les histoires de chrislebo

"Holy, sweet ****** of Jesus.� I'm so horny.� You're slutty mouth is making me horny," the girl moaned.� "Make me cum!"

In a moment of inspiration, Lori got the urge to use her teeth.� She nibbled on the bud inside her burning mouth, much to the teenager's delight.� When Lori stretched the girlie-meat outward with her teeth, Sandy had never felt anything like it.� It proved to be the end of the Sandy's stamina.� The girl threw herself backwards and Sandy experienced a shocking orgasm with her womanly lover.� Laying on top of the desk with her arms strewn out to the sides, the creaming girl's head rolled from side to side in obvious passion, as she felt the initial surge of cream run down her love canal.

"My fucking slut.� Oh slut, you're the best.� You're making me cum in your mouth.� Can you taste it?"� The girl squirmed on the desk feeling her power and control slip away.� "Oh, fuck me, baby... fuck me.� Eat me with that slutty mouth."

Lori wasn't able to respond, but she certainly did taste Sandy's love juices.� Without thinking, it seemed only natural to finger-fuck the girl.� She rammed her long slender, middle finger into Sandy's honey hole and felt the girl's spasms increase in velocity.� Lori ****** the girl's velvety thighs apart, as far as possible.� Then she ran her tongue up and down the narrow slit and lingered at the top, ensuring she ******** the teenager's clit in expert fashion.�

A gush of fluid filled her mouth and Lori almost ****** from the sudden flood.� Lori prayed it wasn't piss that flowed out of the girl's belly.� She recovered in time to hear loud moans and groans coming from her mistress and feared the noise would filter out into the living room.� When Sandy's hips quieted and the climax subsided, Lori was extremely thankful that it was over.

Her reprieve lasted a mere ten seconds.� To Lori's horror, Sandy jumped up off the desk and immediately stripped Lori's last garments.� The worst part was how the girl proved her dominance when she harshly shoved the wet panties into Lori's mouth as a gag.� "There!� That should help," the young bitch hissed.� "Now you can scream... make all the noise you want when I eat your delicious cunt," Sandy whispered, as she stared into Lori's eyes in a most dominant fashion.� "You can keep quiet... when you fill my mouth with your slutty cum."

The girl had the conduct and couth of a bad mannered schoolgirl.� "How do you like the gag?� I like the look... with your panties stuffed in your mouth."� Sandy stood face to face with Lori.� The girl was a couple of inches taller, which seemed to demoralize Lori.� Sandy glanced down on Lori and at the same time ****** her hand between Lori's tightly closed thighs.� Then the girl shoved her thigh between Lori's legs, spreading them enough to give her hand room to defile her slave.

Lori felt the girl's fingers lay directly on top of her precious opening.� Sandy threatened to move her hand, but she held perfectly still for many moments.� The girl felt the woman's body begin to shiver and knew her fingers were having the desired effect on Lori's resolve.� Then Sandy pressed her middle finger into the prized opening and felt the tip of her finger plunge into the hottest hole.

Lori went up on her tiptoes.� She couldn't rise any higher and Sandy took advantage of the precarious position.� The girl curled her middle finger around Lori's bony pelvis and she sort of hooked it in place.� Then she yanked upward with all of her might.� Lori grew inches taller and felt like she balanced on the girl's finger, as the fingertip buried in her pussy.� She was too scared to resist, or do anything about Sandy's ******** manner, and she simply let the girl demonstrate her control.

Abruptly Sandy pushed Lori backwards until she fell against the desk.� Then the girl reached into the box of pictures, selecting one she had purposely set on top.� "Here!� Look at this while I eat you," Sandy whispered, shoving a glossy picture into her slave's face.��� "See what a slut you were at summer camp... when you were Bradley's little whore.� I think you look good being fucked by a real stud... a real teenage stud."

To Lori's utter dismay, the girl had obviously arranged to have the demoralizing picture ready for her.� She stared at the glossy image and then her breathing got extremely uneven from rising anxiety.� The picture was almost the same as the one Sandy handed her when they left camp.� Lori reasoned there would be only one interpretation of the photo, which showed a naked woman on her back about to be fucked by a teenage boy.� As she did at camp, Lori's eyes focused on Brad's magnificent manhood that brushed against her upraised pelvis.

The picture sent shivers of guilt up her backbone.� Lori knew she had experienced possibly the best sex of her life, but she vowed to keep that a secret.� She had been unfaithful to her husband and there was no way she wanted him to find out about summer camp.� All Lori could do now was pray that Sandy didn't let anyone else see the incriminating photo.

Sandy put her hand in the middle of her chest and pushed. �Lori fell backwards on top of the desk and she felt totally helpless against the powerful girl.� Sandy ****** her legs between Lori's and watched as the woman stupidly tried to cover herself with her hand.� "You're not trying to hide that gorgeous pussy... are you?� You know you don't have a choice," Sandy whispered?� "Oh, that's right.� You can't talk with a gag in your mouth."

Lori merely mumbled and moaned in desperation, knowing her fate was in Sandy's hands.� She could only imagine what Andy would think if he walked in the room at that very moment.� If he saw a naked teenager between his wife's legs and the girl was ********* her, Andy would surely die.� Funny how every little noise or sound seemed to spell peril when a person was doing something sinful or immoral.��

"You have such amazing tits.� I love the way they jiggle and sway from side to side when you move.� Brad can't stop talking about them... how he got to feel them and suck them," Sandy whispered.� "Just so you know.� We'll be picking you up on Friday.� We're going on a date... the three of us!"

The only response Lori gave was more moaning, as the panty-gag prevented any actual words or protests.� Then she felt the girl grab her arm and slowly shift it to the side.� "I think we should call your husband.� Let him watch his wife having sex with another woman," Sandy whispered, sending more shockwaves through Lori.� "Don't you think Andy would like watching?"

Lori shook her head and desperately tried to send a message to the girl.� She reached for her mouth, but Sandy grabbed her arm.� "I didn't say you could remove the panties.� Now be a good girl or I'll yell," Sandy said.� "I'm sure your husband will hear... come running."

Lori let the girl move her arm so that both were now down at her sides.� Her eyes opened wide, as she watched Sandy's head move forward, and settle on her chest.� Glancing down, she witnessed the girl's tongue dart out to surround one of her brown nipples.� Sandy kissed and licked both nipples making sure they were fully erect.� The cool air helped and then the girl blew across the moistened buds to make them look like pegs.

There was no need to pin Lori's arms on the desk, yet Sandy did it anyway.� She wanted to prove her dominance and grinned knowing the mature woman had no alternative, but to obey her demands.� Impatient, Sandy pushed Lori backwards until she was flat on her back.� The desk was very hard, but that was the least of Lori's worries.

If Lori thought it was difficult to keep quiet before, she found it impossible when Sandy's lips moved downward.� The girl's tongue paused at her belly and filled the subtle bellybutton with saliva.� Sandy used her tongue on the small indent and jabbed in and out in a taunting fashion.� Then she swooped downward another few inches.� She licked the baby-like pelvis and let her tongue dance all over Lori's heated flesh.

Sandy kept her torso between Lori's legs, which continued hanging over the edge of the desk, and then she put her hands on the insides of the velvety thighs.� The girl pushed outward and spread Lori's legs wide and she heard the woman whimper in utter helplessness.�

Lori managed to spit out the panties to make it easier to breathe.� Her eyes were wide open and all she could do was look towards her indisputable mistress.� Sandy lifted her head up and locked eyes with Lori.� "Get ready, my love," she whispered.� "Should I yell for Andy?"

"Please, Sandy.� No, please no," Lori moaned now that she wasn't gagged.

"Will you have an orgasm for me, my love?"

"Oh, dear gawd.� What are you doing to me?"� Lori stared into the paralyzing eyes and felt the girl ravage her pussy.� Sandy finger-fucked her victim without any reservations, moving her fingers in and out at a furious rate.

"Well, I'm listening!� Will you do it for me?"

Suddenly the girl jumped up on the desk.� She rolled half on top of Lori and gave her a quick kiss.� Sandy's fingers never left Lori's sanctuary and she continued the royal finger-fucking.� Then she lifted her head slightly, as she demanded more from her slave.� There would be no end until Lori succumbed completely.� "You have three seconds to start talking... telling me what I want to hear," Sandy whispered.� "Or else... I'll scream for your husband."

Lori knew the girl wasn't kidding.� "Oh, Sandy.� Fuck me... make me cum.� I'll do anything... anything you want.� I'm yours," she moaned too desperate to refuse Sandy's demands.� Lori's main concern now was obeying so she could put an end to the dangerous session.� "Your fingers... oh, they feel good, fucking me so good."

Sandy deliberately moved her hand and latched onto the most sensitive control button.� She slipped Lori's delicate clitoris between her forefinger and middle finger and began a vigorous shaking.� Her hand moved at lightning speed, vibrating back and forth while squeezing the clitty between her fingers.� "Oh gawd, I feel it.� I feel it coming," Lori moaned, trying hard to hurry.� "Yes!� Oh yes, keep doing that to my pussy."

Lori wasn't sure what happened after that, as she focused entirely on the shameful orgasm and getting it over quickly.� She tried hard not to make noise and was very thankful when the spasms finally subsided allowing her to regain composure.� There was no going back.� She felt terribly guilty for succumbing to Sandy's blackmail demands, but reasoned there was no alternative.� Her life would be absolutely ruined if anyone saw the pictures, as no one would believe a married woman over a supposed innocent teenager.

When Sandy finally released her grip and got up off the desk, Lori quickly retrieved her clothes.� She dressed and to her amazement, Sandy took a scrapbook out of the box.� The girl showed her actual pictures from summer camp, which depicted many of the kids enjoying their time during fun activities.� Lori breathed a big sigh of relieve at not seeing any of the incriminating photos and then the two took a few minutes adding footnotes to some of the pictures.

Sandy took advantage of Lori's vulnerable situation when leaving.� They went into the living room where Andy was still watching football and the girl deliberately stopped to talk.� "We managed to get a lot done tonight, but I never realized how much work there was to document everything that happened at camp," she said.� "I think it is going to take us a long time... so hope you don't mind your wife helping out?"

Andy readily agreed, which sent shivers through Lori, knowing Sandy had set her up.� She walked the teenager to the door and Sandy gave her the biggest smile.� "I had a wonderful time tonight.� I dearly love being your mistress... watching you obey all of my demands," Sandy whispered softly.� "I'm already looking forward to the next time.� Aren't you?"

Lori was distraught thinking about Sandy's premonition.� 'Gawd, what can I do?' she hopelessly asked herself.

It was only four days after the episode in the study that Sandy came to visit again.� Lori knew the girl was coming, as Sandy had sent an email notifying her to expect a visit.� Every time Lori opened her mail and saw an email from the scheming girl, her stomach churned with great nervousness, but also great anticipation.� Lori desperately wanted to keep her summer camp indiscretions a secret, yet that was becoming increasingly more difficult, as Sandy kept applying more blackmail demands on her.

The dreaded knock sounded at the door about seven o'clock Friday evening.� Butterflies immediately filled her stomach and Lori found it hard walking.� When she opened the door, Sandy's smiling face greeted her.� "Hello, Mrs. B.� We're so happy you agreed to help us out," Sandy said upon entering.� Then the girl boldly walked into the living room to where Andy was sitting.� "We want to get lots done tonight.� My boyfriend, Brad, is also helping and we plan going back to my house.� I have everything laid out on the dining room floor, so my mom really wants me to get working on it."

Andy readily agreed with Sandy and he voiced his acceptance.� "Yes... it's nice to look back on summer camp and you kids are doing a good thing by documenting what happened," he said.� "I'm sure Lori is only too happy to help out."

"Yes.� That's for sure.� I can't remember having a better time.� Your wife is the best and she has been a great help," Sandy said.� "We might be very late, so I hope you don't mind.� Once we get working... I like to keep going."

Lori felt guilty for agreeing to go with the girl, knowing that Bradley would most likely ravage her for his girlfriend's amusement, but she really didn't see any other alternative.� Sandy had the upper hand for now, so Lori grudgingly obeyed the blackmail demands.� Reluctantly following Sandy from the security of her home, Lori felt like being led to the slaughter of the lambs.� She couldn't imagine what it must have looked like when she got into the backseat of the car and the girl slammed the door shut.� Lori knew Andy was looking out the living room window and wondered if he suspected anything.

Silently she sat in the backseat staring straight ahead at the two teenagers who whispered to each other.� Brad drove his ******* Chevy, knowing what was in store for him and he couldn't get to their destination fast enough.� Sandy had suggested a secluded spot, which offered them plenty of privacy.� Lori huddled in the backseat praying the night would never happen.� When the car came to a stop and Brad shut off the engine, Lori knew her worst fears would come to reality.

When the teenagers got out of the car, they each got in the backseat beside the frightened woman.� Surrounded and with no place to turn, Lori sat motionless waiting her dreadful fate.� "You look sexy tonight... at least that's what Brad thinks," Sandy whispered.� "He wants so much to have sex with me, but we know that's impossible."

Sandy cuddled close to Lori and put her arm around her neck.� Lori thought she was going to be kissed, but the girl merely put her face close while whispering in her ear.� "Do you remember having sex with Brad?� Remember how slutty you acted when Bradley fucked you?"� Sandy licked the side of Lori's face and continued to torment the woman.� "Sweet fuck, I remember how you couldn't get enough of Brad's big dick."

Lori trembled, as she remembered summer camp.� It was the first time she had been unfaithful to Andy and she felt terribly guilty for allowing it to happen.� She knew it was useless to plead with the girl, yet she tried anyway.� "Sandy.� What if someone comes by and sees us," she whispered.� "Please, don't make me do this."

Sandy acted like she didn't hear.� "You're not going to believe how horny Brad is tonight.� He has been beside himself with anticipation... these past few days.� Honestly, I can't remember his cock being so ****** hard."

Lori trembled with the feeling of utter hopelessness.� "Please, Sandy, don't do this!"

Sandy merely leaned closer and reached for the buttons on Lori's blouse.� "Let's show Brad your gorgeous tits.� I just wish I had lovely tits like yours."� Sandy held Lori's right arm while her left was pinned by Brad.� The girl nimbly unbuttoned one button at a time until the garment draped open.� "There!� Now Bradley can get at your luscious titties.� God, I only wish I had nipples like yours!"

Without any hesitation, the boy ******** her.� Brad fondled her boobs until he craved more intimacy and then he swiftly rolled Lori's bra upwards above her golden globes.� Sandy had everything planned down to the smallest detail.�� Working together, the two teenagers easily ripped all of Lori's clothes off, especially as Lori knew it was unwise to resist.� They stripped each garment and tossed it into the front seat, leaving their captive completely nude, shivering and utterly humiliated.

Lori wondered if there was anything more shameful than a married woman having sex in the backseat of a car with a boy half her age.� She knew that there would be no reprieve from the lewd acts that were soon to follow and she felt all hope drain from her body.� There were hands touching her nakedness everywhere.� Both teens were ********* her, but Sandy controlled the entire, bawdy affair.� The girl encouraged her boyfriend to lift Lori, so he could sit in the middle of the backseat, and Sandy even told Brad when to drop his pants.� Then she ****** Lori to sit directly on top of Brad, with her back to him.

Lori faced the front seat and her arms were pinned at her sides.� She almost fainted when Sandy reached between her legs and pulled on Brad's cock.� The girl yanked the stellar cock forward, so it ran under Lori's ass, and all the way out in front of her crotch.� Lori's legs were spread from sitting on top of Brad's lap and it left her extremely vulnerable.� Sandy placed her hand under Brad's cock and pushed up on the thick shaft so that it slipped into the wetness between Lori's thighs.

Sandy grinned with approval when the labia separated allowing the burning rod to rest along the entire length of the woman's pussy slit.� As if that was not damage enough, the girl sneaked her forefinger into the front portion of Lori's slit.� Sandy knew exactly where to find the control button.� The tip of her finger pushed on the slippery clitty and moved the bud back and forth.

Brad's arms went around Lori's torso and his hands came around the front of her chest.� Lori stared downward when the boy fondled her boobs, as if they were delicate fruit.� She shuddered with shame when she heard an order.� "Lift up!� Lift up your sexy ass... so we can straighten Bradley's cock," Sandy whispered, sending shock waves up Lori's backbone.� "Oh my God, I want Brad's cock buried in your belly."

Lori was positive that she didn't move on her own.� Suddenly she was up in the air and everything happened in slow motion.� Lori looked down at Sandy's fist, which was around the upraised cock, and the girl aimed the rod directly at her crotch.� Then Lori glanced at Sandy and shook her head for compassion, even knowing it was in vain because the girl had already made up her mind.

Lori would probably remember what happened with some horror, but also a certain amount of elation.� Sandy bent down and peered between Lori's legs so she could see the target.� Lori felt the hot meat slap the insides of her thighs just before the flared head slipped into the wetness.� She held her breath when her labia parted and the first couple of inches of Brad's rod slipped into her defenseless opening.

Sandy watched the head of her boyfriend's big prick disappear.� She allowed the distraught woman to use her legs in an effort to remain somewhat above Brad's lap.� "Go baby.� Can you feel it?� Can you feel her cunt around your cock, baby," Sandy whispered?� "Oh baby, fuck her!� Fuck her like you did at camp."

Brad thrust his hips upward until the intense moist heat surrounded almost the whole length of his pecker.� Then he reluctantly let go of the luscious tits and put his hands on Lori's flared hips.� His fingers closed over the top of Lori's hips and then he pulled down hard every time his hips bounced up off the backseat.� His rhythm was fast and furious and Lori prayed for a quick ending so she could get away from the aroused teenager.

Just when Lori thought her turmoil would conclude, Sandy took control.� The girl used both of her hands in the purest sexual fashion.� She cupped Brad's balls in one hand and put the fingers of the other on Lori's tender spirit.� She pinched the tiny clitoris between her thumb and finger and heard the woman's cry for help.� "Dear gawd, Sandy, don't do that.� Please, don't touch me there," Lori moaned.

The cock was buried deep inside her womanly being and Lori stared down in disbelief watching the girl's fingers rolling her clitty around so fast they were a blur.� Suddenly the girl's face was in front of her.� "You're going to do it... aren't you?� You're going to be Bradley's little tramp," Sandy said.� Her voice was very low, yet it carried the firmest control.

"Please, don't do that.� Don't do that to me," Lori whispered.

Sandy pinched hard on the throbbing clit and pulled at the same time.� "I can tell when a bitch is ready... and dear lord, you're ready!"

Lori listened and felt her belly rocked by numerous spasms.� "No... no... no."

"Yes, yes Brad.� Pound her hard... just like that," Sandy said, as her boyfriend pulled Lori's hips down with all his might.� "Mrs. B... are you going to do it?"

Lori stared down at her crotch and watched the girl's fingers moving at blazing speed.� "No, please don't.� I just can't... please stop."

"Ooh, I love watching you fight," Sandy whispered, as her skilled fingers extracted the last of Lori's willpower.� "I bet having Brad's cock inside your belly feels wonderful?"

"No, oh gawd, what is happening?"� Lori couldn't believe how she seemed to have no stamina.� She never experienced premature orgasms and couldn't remember the last time she climaxed before Andy.

Suddenly Sandy was in her face.� "Fight it Mrs. B.� I just can't believe how beautiful you look sitting on top of a teenage cock."

Lori stared into the paralyzing eyes and she felt her tummy go into severe convulsions.� "No.� No!� It can't be."

"Sweet ******... he's doing it.� Brad is going to fill your belly with cum."� Sandy glared into the teary eyes trying to convey her utmost control.

Lori felt her torso lifted up just slightly.� Then Brad wrapped his fingers around her slim waist and pulled down as hard as he could.� The boy thrust his hips upward embedding his penis to the hilt.� As his cock slammed into her cervix, Lori's mouth flew open and she tried to keep breathing, as an orgasm burst from her deepest regions.

"I told you Mommy.� You can't stop fucking and you love being Brad's slut-lover."

"I'm not.� No, I'm not."� Abruptly her head was filled with a dramatic flashback.� Lori remembered summer camp.� She remembered climbing the steepest mountain of ecstasy and then trying hard to wait for the teenager to join her.� Suddenly like camp, it didn't matter anymore.� She was a teenager again and the only thing on her bemused mind was fulfilling an erotic fantasy.� Such dreams were immoral and even sinful, but suddenly that didn't matter either.� Her body rocked back and forth and she felt so complete that a wave of utter contentment washed over her.

Sandy twisted her swollen clitoris around and around ensuring to keep immense pressure on the entire bud.� The girl's free hand cupped one boob and her mouth gobbled the other to push Lori over the mountaintop.� When her titties were ******** and the nipples stretched to lengths that should have been very painful, all Lori hoped was that the lust would never end.

Just as the most peaceful panorama appeared on the horizon, Lori felt the sporadic jerks of a crazed teenager.� Brad was unable to move his hips and he kept them fully thrust upward, as his loins jettisoned virile cum into Lori's secret chamber.� Strangely Lori cherished the sexual encounter even knowing she was betraying her husband.� The hopelessness of the situation seemed to pacify her guilt feelings, as the blackmail appeared too overwhelming.

Lori's breathing was still ragged and uneven when Sandy snuggled up to her.� The girl couldn't stop talking and what amazed Lori most was how Sandy assumed to have complete control over what happened.� "Bradley!� That was fantastic.� I wish we could do it, but watching you... I almost creamed my panties when you blew your load," Sandy whispered.� "Help me... take off my clothes.� Do you want to watch us together?� Watch her eat me out?"

Brad was like an eager kid in a candy store.� "Holy ******* Yes, let's make her do it."� He ripped off his girlfriend's top and then her bra, feasting on the perky tits.� Quickly he stripped Sandy's pants along with her panties, leaving her as naked as Lori.� Brad panted in excitement, as he waited for Sandy to make things happen.� "Baby.� Make her eat you.� We didn't have time at camp... but now we do.� Fuck, I can hardly wait to watch you cum in her mouth."

Lori couldn't believe her ears.� She had no way to escape and simply sat motionless, as Sandy and Brad cuddled.� Sandy sat in the middle and she easily grabbed Lori's arm.� The girl immediately let her intentions be known and she pulled Lori closer.� "Get down... on the floor.� Get between my legs.� Now!"� Sandy's voice was low, but extremely stern.� "Brad wants to watch us.� Do it... or else!"

Before Lori had a chance to protest or say anything, both teens prodded her into the desired position.� There was just enough room for Lori to crouch on the floor of the big Chevy and lean over so her face was near the girl's tummy.� The scent of a bitch in heat drifted into her nostrils and it made Lori a little dizzy, thinking of actually performing cunnilingus again.� She stared down at Sandy's midsection and noticed how the girl was already masturbating.

Sandy's fingers were directly on top of her own dripping pussy, which glistened with immense wetness.� Then Sandy's placed her forefinger on one side and her middle finger on the other, spreading open the puffy labia.� Lori noticed the pinkest opening and marveled at how girlish it looked.� She watched Sandy squirm in anticipation, as her hips twisted on the car seat.

Lori didn't have time to think before someone grabbed her head from behind and shoved down until her face hit the burning flesh.� She didn't know what else to do but comply with the girl's wishes.� When her tongue lashed out and licked a path through the widespread lips, Sandy's hips jerked like crazy.� The girl's upraised pelvis hit her in the mouth and Lori cleverly did her best to keep her teeth from hurting the girl.

Sandy cried out not knowing if it was pain or lust that she felt, as Lori's teeth grazed her tender clitty.� She was unable to prolong the onrushing orgasm and was in the midst of an explosive climax before Lori realized what was happening.� Lori rolled Sandy's clitoris around with her tongue, almost in a playful fashion.� Then she noticed the girl's body shivering madly and that every muscle was taut just as something bittersweet ran into her mouth.�

When Lori nibbled on the throbbing bud inside her mouth, she heard the desperate moans escape Sandy's throat.� "Oooh baby, she's doing it.� She's eating me... making me cum," Sandy moaned to her boyfriend.� "Oh my god, her tongue!� It's so good... I can't hold back."

Lori couldn't remember feeling more agony from being ****** to perform cunnilingus, yet she experienced great elation for being able to satisfy Sandy's lustful desires.� She crouched between the girl's legs and hugged her hips, trying hard to hold the girl steady.� Not being too skilled at oral sex with a woman, Lori used her tongue like a tiny penis, which seemed to take Sandy over the top.

Lori had no idea that Sandy had already planned the next stage.� The girl's eyes were fixed on her boyfriend's renewed hardness, as all three sort of collapsed in the backseat.� Lori crawled up onto the car seat and she sat motionless beside the teenagers.� She marveled the girl's determination, as it quickly became apparent Sandy wasn't finished.� Lori couldn't look away and watched Sandy attack her boyfriend.� The girl moved to the floor of the car and between Brad's widespread legs.� Her hands were on the upstanding pecker and even then Lori was utterly astonished at Brad's amazing endowment.

Sandy stroked her boyfriend's cock until it was so hard she couldn't bend it.� Then her head moved forward and she sucked Brad's prick into her greedy mouth, as her hand playfully rolled his balls back and forth.� Lori had to admit that it was reflective watching the expert blowjob.� The girl was good and she successfully managed to get some of the thick meat down her throat.

Lori thought she was going to be a bystander and able to watch the entire blowjob, but she was wrong.� Just as Brad huffed and puffed and his stomach heaved in and out, Sandy realized her boyfriend was moments away from an orgasm.� All of a sudden she reached out with her left hand.� She grabbed Lori's arm and sternly pulled the woman closer.� Sandy raised her head off the pulsating penis.� "Hurry up.� Hurry and get your mouth on it," Sandy yelled.� "Suck it before he blows his load... or I'll kick your naked ass out the door."

Lori was shocked.� She stared at Brad's budging cock.� Sandy had her right hand around the thick base and seemed to be ******* Brad's prick so it wouldn't blow.� Lori didn't know what else to do so she bent over until her face was barely above the teenager's cock.� Then everything happened at once.� Sandy shoved Lori's head downwards and directly into Brad's lap.� His cock-head hit her lips and immediately it went inside her mouth.� The end hit her throat and then Sandy let go.� She released the death-grip on her boyfriend's cock and Brad blasted an enormous surge of cum into Lori's throat.

Lori ****** and desperately tried to swallow.� After a few seconds, she recovered and felt Brad's load filling her mouth.� Lori gulped and gulped again before she managed to regain enough composure to finish the job.� She could feel Sandy's hand pumping up and down along the extended shaft, as the girl milked every ounce out of Brad's balls.� By the end, Lori was out of breath and gasped desperately for air.

Lori winced from intense pain in her scalp when Sandy grabbed a handful of her hair.� The girl yanked Lori's head upward and kissed her on the lips.� When Sandy pulled back and stared into her eyes, Lori felt lost.� "That was fucking great.� I love the way you suck cock.� I like tasting it in your mouth," Sandy whispered.� "I bet your husband loves getting a blowjob from you!"

The rest of the night was a complete blur.� Lori tried to block out what really happened in the backseat of the car, which was parked in a dark, isolated spot.� Trouble was, she honestly couldn't remember ever climaxing so much in so short of time.� It was very late when the teens finally took her home and Lori felt terrible sneaking into the house late at night.� Andy was already in bed and thankfully he managed a brief hello before falling back asleep.� Lori remained in the bathroom a lot longer than normal, but it took forever until she felt clean enough to go to bed with her husband.

After that first time, Lori became the teenage couple's sex connection.� The relationship developed into one where she satisfied Brad's sexual needs and Sandy's insatiable desire for power.� It bothered Lori that she didn't know how to combat or stop the girl from controlling her life, but there didn't seem to be an easy answer for her dilemma.

Lori never imagined that things could get worse, as she greatly underestimated Sandy's hunger for power.� Sandy and Brad drove Lori home after another sexual escapade when the girl blurted out, "Friday night!� We'll pick you up Friday night and I have a big surprise for you."� Sandy leaned towards Lori and what she said was shocking.� "I'll send you an email and tell you all about our date.� I'll even let you know exactly what to wear.� Be ready when we get here and pick you up.� Just a hint... you'll get to have sex with another teenager."

Somehow she had to find a solution and stop the blackmail.� Lori's problem was that she simply didn't know how.� The evidence Sandy had accumulated seemed overwhelming and Lori also didn't want her ********* reputation ruined over some silly summer camp experiment.� She heard the girl's demands and trembled.� "But Sandy, please.� This has gone far enough.� Please, don't make me do anything else."

Sandy reached across the stunned woman and opened the car door.� "Don't get any goddamn bright ideas.� Be ready when we get here... or else!"

Lori was numb when she got out of the car.� It seemed that every time she tried to stop the blackmail, or end Sandy's control over her, the girl came up with another bright idea.� Lori watched the teens drive away and realized that her quandary had suddenly gotten shamefully worse.� So many possibilities went through her head that by the time Sandy's email arrived, she was sick.

When she opened the email on Wednesday, she almost fainted.� 'Brad, Jeremy, Rachel and I will pick you up Friday evening at eight.� Be ready!'� The exclamation mark sent a shiver of apprehension through her.� 'What to wear?� Please don't piss me off.� I'll drop off a bag of clothes on Thursday.� Wear the clothes and nothing else.� Oh yeah, you can pick what shoes to wear,' Sandy wrote and adding, 'not that you will have anything on for very long.'

Sandy loved tormenting Lori to the fullest so she rambled on and on in her note.� 'Don't worry about your husband.� I'll come in and explain how we are still working on the summer camp project.� Funny thing is that he loves it when you help out... loves it when his darling wife volunteers to help kids.� Just think, my love.� You'll be helping us out tremendously... having sex with Brad and Jeremy.'

Lori could almost hear the girl laughing when she read the email about the planned sexual encounter with two teenage boys.� It was as if Sandy was in the room telling her the demands and saying it in such a way to demoralize Lori to the max.

Lori closed the email and fretted the rest of the day and night.� She was still in a worried state when Sandy surprised her at work the next day.� Lori was sitting at her desk when the girl walked up and set a bag down in front of her.� "Here is your present.� Clothes I picked out myself... just for you," Sandy whispered.� "Remember my email.� You can wear what's in the bag, plus shoes... nothing else!"

Lori stared at the bag, as if it contained a bomb.� "Dear gawd, Sandy.� I'll pay you... just don't make me do this.� I just can't."

"At first I was going to make you wear the sexiest outfit, but then I thought it best to tame it down so your husband won't get too suspicious," Sandy said.� "You're very lucky.� By the way, you owe me sixty-six dollars for these."

Too flustered and surprised to act rationally, Lori opened her purse and handed the demanding teen seventy dollars.� Sandy wheeled around and departed before Lori could do any more pleading.� When the girl was gone, Lori opened the bag.� She found it totally unbelievable that there were only two garments in the bag.� A blouse with buttons up the front, which looked like it would hide the fact she was braless, and a mid-length, black skirt.� There was a note pinned to the garment and Lori's hands vibrated when she opened it.� 'Have fun explaining your new attire to your husband!'

Lori wanted to cry.� She quickly closed the bag and dearly wanted to rebel.� The blouse was similar to ones she wore, but these days Lori seldom wore a skirt after work.� She normally dressed conservatively and thankfully the blouse with stretch denim, pencil skirt wasn't too out of the ordinary.� The upcoming rendezvous was scary and Lori wasn't able to get anything worthwhile done at work, so she left early that day.

She fretted for the rest of the day.�� The evening was no better and the night seemed to last forever, as she couldn't ******** When she went to work on Friday, her mind was still preoccupied with the growing dilemma of Sandy's blackmail.� The thought of being deceitful to Andy was very upsetting and Lori dreaded telling her husband that she was spending more time with the teens.� Lori simply didn't know a plausible way of explaining things to Andy, yet she realized that he had to be told something.

Although she got home from work at her normal time on Friday, the day felt like it was already 48 hours long.� Lori got the biggest surprise when Andy readily accepted her alibi of spending the evening with Sandy and Brad to help them on the camp project.� Buoyed with confidence, she then told Andy a boldfaced lie about buying a new outfit.� This he also accepted without asking any questions and she couldn't believe her good fortune.

Shortly before Sandy's expected arrival, Lori got dressed in the manner outlined in the girl's instructions.� Then she waited impatiently for the teen to show up at the door.� Lori felt terrible for being unfaithful to her husband, but the thought of having her life ruined by Sandy was too overwhelming.� When she joined Andy in the living room, his surprised smile sent a shiver of fear through her body.� It was extremely uncomfortable being dressed, but wondering if Andy would notice she wasn't wearing a bra or panties.

Andy looked at his wife and instantly felt a mixture of emotions.� He complimented Lori on her appearance, yet it didn't make her feel any better.� The doorbell sounded and Lori almost jumped out of her skin, which made them both laugh.� Andy yelled out for Sandy to enter and the girl instantly rushed into the living room.� She greeted them with the friendliest smile and then went on to tell Andy how the group planned a long, tiring evening trying to complete the summer camp project.

Andy walked Lori to the door and he stood there watching her leave with Sandy.� He suddenly got the shock of his life when the teenager opened the back door of the car and her boyfriend got out.� Brad stood beside the two and offered a helping hand to Lori, as if he wanted her to get in the backseat.� Andy didn't notice how Lori hesitated and seemed to voice her concern about getting in with two boys.� All of a sudden she bent over and stepped into the car, as a second boy reached out to help her enter.

The car was in the driveway, yet Andy was close enough to notice everything.� He was amazed when his wife bent over and got into the backseat.� There was a fleeting glimpse of Lori's bare skin and then a boy's hand appeared to be on her exposed leg.� The hand grabbed the back of Lori's leg just above her knee and then it seemed to slide upward.� All of a sudden Andy noticed Lori slither into the middle of the seat and Andy swore the stretchy skirt had ridden up her thighs.� The last thing he saw was Lori desperately pulling the hem of her skirt down.�

Brad jumped in the car and Andy couldn't see Lori anymore.� The door slammed shut and Andy felt the strangest feeling in the pit of his stomach, as he wondered if his wife was in any sort of trouble.� Abruptly Sandy waved at him and the girl quickly rounded the car and got into the driver's seat.� Andy waved back just as the car started and sped away, leaving him with a feeling of uneasiness.

Andy wondered if he was smart to agree that his wife assist the teens with their camp project.� It seemed to be taking a long time to complete, but then he shrugged it off as silly doubts.� He knew both Sandy and Brad and they were nice teenagers.� The last thing in the world Andy suspected was that his wife would be in the fight of her life.� He never dreamed that Lori was a prisoner sitting between two extremely aroused teenagers who were determined to fulfill erotic fantasies.� Andy never suspected Sandy was ******* his wife to obey all of her blackmail demands.

Sandy drove away as fast as she could.� She had noticed Andy standing at the door and grinned knowing he must have witnessed the shrewd abduction.� The rearview mirror was tilted so she could see what transpired in the backseat and things quickly got carried away.� She caught a glimpse of bare flesh, as one of the boys lifted Lori's blouse.� Then Sandy noticed Lori's legs thrashing and twisting like crazy, which allowed the skirt to become bunched up around the top of her thighs.

Much to Lori's dismay, one of the overly determined boys shoved his hand under her upraised skirt.�� Her arms were all over the place.� She tried unsuccessfully to prevent her blouse from being raised and the worst part was not being allowed to wear a bra, which left her exposed to the world.� Suddenly Brad's head was on her chest and that prevented her from moving her arms down to protect her lower extremities.� All she could do was hug his head and pray for some kind of intervention.

She used every ounce of strength to hold her legs together, but that too was hopeless, as she felt them spread apart by both boys.� Then her world crashed down around her.� With her legs parted, it took no effort for Brad's buddy to find her womanly treasure.� She squirmed frantically on the seat, as the boy's fingers searched for the prized gem, quickly finding it inside the wet pussy lips he had heard so much about.� His finger was long, thick and somehow skilled at finding the correct spot.

Sandy couldn't believe the savages.� "Jesus Christ, guys.� Don't fuck her yet... wait for it.� She's your whore for the whole night, so take your time," she said sending violent shivers through Lori's body.� "Wait... she's the best slut ever, better than you can ever imagine, Jeremy.� Brad can tell you that, right honey?"

Much to Lori's delight, the boys reluctantly stopped the ************** Jeremy slowly removed his invasive fingers from her wetness and to her dismay he put them to his lips.� "Pussy juice.� Yum, yum!� I can hardly wait to ***** it all," the boy boldly stated his intentions, as he tauntingly licked her juices off his fingers.

The car came to an abrupt stop in front of their suburban destination.� The two girls immediately got out and then Jeremy did as well.� Lori sat motionless for a few seconds and then Brad pushed her towards the door.� Suddenly Sandy was there and the girl grabbed one of Lori's arms.� "Come, my little darling.� It's time.� Time for a wonderful gangbang," she whispered, filling Lori with panic.

Then Sandy turned to her girlfriend.� "I've never watched a gangbang.� Tonight we get to see my sexy, summer camp chaperone get her brains fucked out by two teenage studs," she said.� "Oh my God, a real gangbang!"

When Sandy informed Lori that no parents were going to be at Brad's house, Lori realized she was in deep trouble.� Brad led the way through the house and into the downstairs recreation room.� Sandy stayed beside Lori all the way and she kept whispering demands.� "All week, all the bastards have talked about is how both are going to screw you and screw you.� Rachel and I are both looking forward to watching Brad and Jeremy fuck your delicious cunt."

Sandy whispered in Lori's ear and did everything possible to humiliate her slave.� "Mistress is going to help.� I'm going to stay right beside you.� Do you think Rachel can see it happen... see a real woman experience an orgasm with her boyfriend?"� Then Sandy thought of more.� "I told Rachel all about how you experienced an orgasm with Brad.� Now she wants to see it happen with Jeremy."

Hearing it was too much.� Her willpower was immense, but nothing compared to Sandy's devious techniques.� The girl licked her lips and motioned for Lori to say something.� Lori couldn't talk and all she could do was moan and make all kinds of ****** sounds.� Her orgasm exploded, as the ***** pounded in her head, making her temples throb madly.� She was fully aware that Brad was filling her womanly domain with his youthful seed, but nothing seemed to matter anymore.

Lori rode the out of control train of ecstasy until the boy's hips quieted enough so she could breathe again.� She gasped for much needed air and knew it was too late for any type of salvation.� Lori would always remember having the strangest emotions when Brad pulled away.� It felt like he belonged inside of her and when his pecker slipped out, she sensed her spirit going with him.

Lori was in a complete state of shock, but Sandy wasn't finished.� "Rachel didn't believe that you climaxed when Brad fucked you with his big cock... when he ate your slutty pussy... when he ate your pretty ass and finger-fucked you into cum-slut heaven."� Sandy stared into Lori's teary eyes.� "I told her how you loved getting fucked with teenage cock.� I told Rachel that you would do it... experience an orgasm with her boyfriend!"

The likelihood of Sandy's revelation actually coming true made Lori shudder.� The girl's declaration sounded exactly like an order or command and Lori wondered how she would ever escape.� She reasoned that the blackmail ****** her to be there, but then she vowed to do anything and everything possible to not succumb like Sandy promised.� All of a sudden the girl was right in her face.� "I think the boys should dance first.� We'll let boys be boys and dance with the sexy dance instructor," Sandy said.� "Can you show them how to dance... as well as how to fuck?"

The girl laughed out loud, spun Lori around and pushed her towards her boyfriend.� Brad caught her in his arms and immediately started to dance around the room.� Sandy dimmed the lights to give the room a more romantic atmosphere and then she played a CD of slow dance tunes.� Brad danced Lori around the room while stepping on her toes every time he serenaded her, but that was the least of Lori's problems.

Lori glanced at the others, as she moved around the room.� Jeremy was standing off to the side, as if waiting his turn, and he rubbed his hands together with excitement.� The two girls were sitting on a sofa, giggling and whispering to each other.� Lori couldn't hear what they were saying; yet she reasoned it had everything to do with her punishment.� She survived the first dance with only a little groping and fondling from Brad, but that swiftly changed when Jeremy took over.

Jeremy hugged her with his strong, muscular arms and he demonstrated very little ability to dance.� His primary concern was feeling her up and he did that well.� Lori had a hard time fighting off the boy's fondling and Jeremy managed to get his hands on one of her boobs and even under her skirt a couple of times.� Lori didn't know how long she could keep up the constant struggle to remain dignified.

Brad took over for his second dance and he quickly took his fondling to another level.� At one point he actually popped Lori's boob out of her blouse.� He had succeeded in unbuttoning all of the buttons and proudly exposed her tit to his friends.� Then he twirled her around in a big pirouette and wrapped his arms around her in a viselike hug.� Brad put one hand on the small of Lori's back and grabbed the bottom hem of her skirt with the other.

Lori squirmed and struggled to keep her skirt in place, but the boy easily pulled the stretchy material up to her waist.� Brad proudly showed off Lori's delicious ass, as he danced with her.� Suddenly the song ended and it was Jeremy's turn.� It seemed that it was their goal to get more and more brazen with each song.� Jeremy grabbed her dainty hand and sternly shoved it onto his crotch.� Lori instantly felt the large bulge in his pants and she shivered at how hard it seemed.

The boy put his big hand over top of Lori's and then he rubbed himself.� If it were possible, she would have run away or disappeared.� Instead she continued to dance around the suddenly somber room.� The only sound was the music plus the occasional loud breathing from four aroused teenagers.� All of a sudden Lori jumped and tried to shuffle away from the boy.

Jeremy was strong and far too determined for her to move out of his arms.� He held her tightly with one arm and shoved his other hand under her skirt.� He instantly found the one thing he'd dreamed about for a long time.� His hand slipped between the velvety thighs and then he cupped the prized cunt that his best friend had bragged about.

Lori desperately tried to keep her legs together, but that was impossible, as she danced around the room.� There was plenty of space for Jeremy's hand and he freely groped her pussy.� He devilishly whipped his finger through the vast wetness and abruptly the music stopped.

Jeremy reluctantly loosened his grip, allowing Lori to move away.� Her freedom was fleeting, as Sandy quickly took charge.� "That's enough playing around.� The boys are getting anxious," Sandy whispered, as they faced each other.� "It's time for some serious fucking."

Lori noticed lots of movement off to the side where Brad and Jeremy were standing.� She knew they were taking off their clothes and her heartbeat increased tenfold.� "Dear gawd, Sandy!� Please don't.� Don't let this happen."

Sandy reached out and the teenager was impatient for things to happen.� "I've thought about this for a long time.� Having complete control over such a beautiful, sexy woman," she whispered.� "I think if you are acting like a bitch... you should be on your hands and knees in true doggie fashion."

Lori heard the devastating statements and trembled.� Then she felt the girl prodding her and encouraging her to get into the demanded position.� "Sandy, please stop.� Don't do this to me.� Dear gawd, please have mercy," Lori pleaded.

In a scant moment, Lori found herself on her knees and she tried to remain upright.� "Let's get rid of this silly blouse," Sandy said.� "Show the guys your luscious tits.� I know Bradley wants to see them again."

Lori felt like crying, as her dilemma seemed impossible.� She desperately tried to keep her open blouse on, but Sandy was far too determined.� The girl grabbed the front and pulled it upward and before Lori could do anything, Rachel was helping her friend.� The girls stripped the blouse and left Lori shivering much to the boys' delight.� Then the girls worked together to get Lori bent over so her hands were on the floor.� "Now get ready... my love.� I want to watch my sexy chaperone get fucked like a bitch-dog."

"Sandy!� Darling, please, don't do this," Lori begged.

Sandy put her face beside Lori's and whispered in her ear.� "I'll stay right beside you... hold your hand."

"Oh, gawd no... no... no," Lori begged.

"You're going to love it, I know you will."

Goose bumps started at Lori's hands and slowly ascended upwards, up her arms and shoulders until they reached the back of her scalp and the top of her head.� She sensed, then felt, someone moving behind her rear-end.� Lori couldn't move her head or look behind, as Sandy held her steady.� The girl had a strong hold of her hair and she held Lori's head pointing straight ahead.� "Yes, I'll stay beside you so you can whisper in my ear.� I want to hear what you have to say when Brad and Jeremy screw you."

"Dear gawd, Sandy!� You aren't serious?"

Suddenly Lori felt her skirt lifted and rolled forward until it was bunched around her slim waist.� "Brad wants your slutty pussy first.� Do you remember last time?"� Sandy cocked her head and stared into Lori's teary eyes.� "I do!� Last time you acted like a total slut."

Lori started to sweat like crazy.� The girl stated the truth and it embarrassed Lori very much knowing she had lost control.� What made it even worse was that it happened more than once.� "Please, no... no."

Lori felt hands on her knees and they were spread wide enough so that her entire backside was exposed to the perpetrator.� Her head was tilted upward and she stared into the dark, mystic eyes of her teenage mistress.� Lori desperately wanted to beg Sandy for sympathy, but she knew it was useless.

Lori felt despondent when the boy positioned himself for penetration.� Her tension built as Brad's cock slowly pried her labia apart, with a slow deliberate seduction.� She whimpered helplessly as Brad nestled the head of his engorged penis into her inviting pussy.� "Can you feel it?� Can you feel Brad's cock?"� Sandy was overly excited and her voice seemed to quiver.� "Brad's cock... can you feel it?"

Brad held perfectly still with his cock-head parting her pussy lips.� All Lori could do was to hold her breath.� Then she felt the penis-head slid up and down the long, narrow slit until the head glistened with lubrication.

As Lori waited for the cock to slide up inside her, Sandy made her feel totally submissive.� The girl curled her forefinger and stuck the bent knuckle into Lori's mouth.� "You're going to need something to bite down on when Brad sticks his big cock inside your cunt.� I just love watching you with Brad," Sandy whispered, holding the intense stare.� "Last time... was amazing!"

Brad pushed his hips forward just enough so that the head of his cock went into the sweet honey-hole.� His girlfriend had instructed him and he followed the script to perfection.� He pulled back and then pushed his cock against Lori's vulnerable control switch.� He wasn't satisfied with merely pushing on the clit and he used his fingers to ruin Lori's determination.� Brad bent over and reached around her hips.� His hand started at her belly and slithered backwards into the growing wetness.

When his fingers pulled the gorgeous clitoris out of the puffy labia and rolled it around furiously, Lori's hips jerked wildly.� Then Brad shoved his hips at Lori's ass and he felt the drastic heat surround the first three or four inches of his pecker.� Keeping his fingers on her clitty, Brad kept rolling it around and around, which brought a valiant protest from Lori.

"Sandy, oh please, Sandy, make him stop."

"But you should see the look on Brad's face.� He looks happy... real happy."

"No, please no."

"Oh baby, what does that feel like?"

"No, no, no!"

"Tell me again.� Tell me how Brad's so much bigger than your husband.� Remember... you told me that the first time Brad fucked you."

"No, no, no!"

"Oh yes, you said it and now you're going to say it again... again... and again."

"Sandy, no, please no."

Sandy quickly jerked Lori's head up and down.� Then she kissed her on the lips before pulling back so she could stare back into Lori's bewildered eyes.� "I'm waiting... and you know it's best not to make me mad.� Say it!"

The she-devil stepped away then gave the order, "Fuck her!"� All of a sudden her entire body flinched and jerked so hard that her knees bounced on the floor as Brad thrust his hips at her ass like a madman, ramming his cock to the hilt.� All the air came out of her lungs and her tongue flew out of her mouth in violent fashion.� With her belly full of teenage cock, her stomach churned in trepidation.

Sandy stepped up to again, placing her bare foot in Lori's face.� Lifting her chin by her foot she demanded that she respond. "I don't hear you, slut!"�

This time Lori was unable to fight off the girl's humiliating command.� "Dear gawd, it's big... so big.� His thing... cock is so big," Lori moaned.� "It's big... much bigger.� Oh gawd, bigger than Andy's."

Sandy smiled at her and Lori noticed the girl's satisfaction.� "Yes!� I knew my slave would tell Mistress... tell me that she's a slut and wants nothing more than Brad's big cock."� Then she reached down and jerked Lori's head again demanding more.� "Now, are you going to cum... cream all over Bradley's cock?"

"No, gawd no!"

"Oh, but you are... or else!"

The threat was well inferred and Lori felt a disparaging spasm deep in the pit of her belly.� The boy gave her swollen clitty one last squeeze and then he put his hands around her waist.� Brad held her in an iron grip as he began using her.� Every time he thrust his cock into her, he pulled back with all of his might.� Her ass slammed into the boy's crotch and the slapping sound highlighted the affair.� "Say it, Lori.� Talk to me!"

She didn't know what else to do.� "Oh, gawd no.� His cock... it's so deep.� Inside of me... so deep," Lori moaned in desperation.� "So deep... deep... inside..."

Sandy kept the secure grip on her hair and jerked Lori's head, demanding more.� "You're going to do it... aren't you?� Aren't you?"�

An enormous spasm rocked her fragile confidence.� It started deep inside her tummy and then Brad pounded her hard and deep.� His cock sliced through her cervix and embedded in her womanly chamber.� "Oh, my gawd, no!� I can't... just can't."� Lori felt the familiar tremors deep inside of her womanly being and knew she had passed the point of no return.� Again she wondered why?� Why couldn't she hold back and prolong the orgasm, which seemed to be so untimely?

"Are you Brad's slut?"

"Gawd no... no, please stop."

"C'mon Mommy... do it with a teenager.� Do it with a teenage boy young enough to be your ***!"

Lori heard the girl and her brain froze, as convulsions rocked her entire body.� She stared straight ahead into the eyes of the devil and felt utter defeat.� "Humph, huuumph," Lori gasped.� "I can't... I can't... gawd, I can't stop!"

"I see it!� Mommy is fucking the boy," Sandy hissed at the distraught woman.

At no time did Lori consider succumbing to the ****** lust, but the girl was far too shrewd for her.� She was a ******, a wife and a mature woman.� "Oh fuck... oh fuck... I can't stop fucking."

"That's it, Mommy.� Fuck Bradley... be his whore-mommy!"

Hearing it was too much.� Her willpower was immense, but nothing compared to Sandy's devious techniques.� The girl licked her lips and motioned for Lori to say something.� Lori couldn't talk and all she could do was moan and make all kinds of ****** sounds.� Her orgasm exploded, as the ***** pounded in her head, making her temples throb madly.� She was fully aware that Brad was filling her womanly domain with his youthful seed, but nothing seemed to matter anymore.

Lori rode the out of control train of ecstasy until the boy's hips quieted enough so she could breathe again.� She gasped for much needed air and knew it was too late for any type of salvation.� Lori would always remember having the strangest emotions when Brad pulled away.� It felt like he belonged inside of her and when his pecker slipped out, she sensed her spirit going with him.

Suddenly she had other things to worry about.� For weeks Jeremy had listened to his best friend brag about having sex with the sexiest woman ever.� Jeremy simply thought Brad's talking was all bull****, as he knew of Brad's ongoing inability to crack open Sandy's pussy.� However the live sex-show he'd just witnessed left no doubt that his buddy was actually telling the truth.� If anything, Brad had understated the sexiness of the slut MILF.

Lustfully enraged from watching his friend's illustrious fucking, it was now his turn.� Jeremy stared at the heavenly jewel between Lori's legs dripping his friend's seed and his eyes couldn't get any bigger.� He moved forward until he was inches behind the shivering goddess before he paused.� Sorely tempted to merely mount the powerless woman and fuck her, Jeremy knew his stamina was extremely limited.� He was overly excited and realized that he would last but a few moments with his cock sheathed inside the hot cunt of the bare-assed woman.

In his mind Jeremy could hear his buddy taunting him about a hair-trigger and he wasn't about to allow that.� Quickly he made a decision of having Lori blow him and then rely on his quick recuperative powers.� Jeremy hoped he wouldn't even lose his full erection before being ready to go again.� That was what Rachel liked about him the best, his ability to maintain a hard-on for the longest time.� Jeremy relished the power of a virile teenage man-boy at his sexual peak.

Without warning, Lori was hauled up off he floor into a kneeing position where she was immediately confronted with another hard male organ for servicing.� At her side was her nemesis, the she-devil taunting her to the max.� "Time to suck Jeremy's cock, slut.� Go for it.� Show this boy what an older, expert cocksucker like you can do.� Suck him!"

Lori faced an ongoing dilemma.� She wanted to bolt and run from this nightmare, yet she had the strongest urge to stay.� The aroused teenager brushed her lips with his manly cock, sending panic through Lori, as she tried not to submit.� No, she wouldn't do it; they couldn't make her!� The abrupt searing pain of her hair being yanked again proved to be her demise.� When her mouth opened for a dire scream, Jeremy stuffed his cock in her gapping mouth.� The boy slammed his hard meat into the back of her throat and he made her gag.

Lori's hell ensued when Jeremy used her ears as handles.� He roughly yanked her head back and forth, driving his impressive cock to the back of her throat with each ****** thrust.� Lori gagged each time, as she fought for air, and her mouth filled with saliva.� Each thrust caused the saliva to turn into frothy foam, which soon bubbled from her mouth, running down her chin and onto her chest.� All the time her mouth was being raped, Lori heard the other three teens shouting encouragement to Jeremy and yelling insults to her.

"Go, man.� Fuck her... fuck her good."

"Suck'm mommy... suck your teenage cock."

"Holy ****, Jeremy.� Your fucking cock is all the way in."

"Good slut.� Spit all over that big cock."

"Go, man, ram your cock down her throat."

"More!� More spit.� Cover that big dick with spit."

"Holy fuck.� You're actually doing it.� Shooting your load down her throat, man."

"Oh, slut! �You've got boy-juice all over your tits."

"You lucky bastard.� I wish she was sucking me off."

"That's the greatest blowjob.� Lori, you're the best."

"You lucky bastard.� Your big fucking cock looks good in her mouth."

"Just wait, slut.� Wait for what Jeremy has next for you... and your slutty cunt."

"Do it, man.� Empty your balls in her mouth."

"Oh, slut.� You're going to make me happy... aren't you?� You're going to fuck my boyfriend and cream all over his big prick... aren't you?

Lori had never been ******ly used like that before.� The boy wasn't at all interested in her oral talents, only in getting his rocks off, as quickly as possible.� She was thankful when the face-fucking rapidly ended with the release of a flood of nut-juice into her greedy mouth.� Her throat had been battered, making it hard to swallow.� The majority of the boy's cum, mixed with saliva, dripped from her mouth in a long beard-like strand that seemed to defy gravity.

Jeremy released her and in a daze Lori rocked back crushed and defeated.� She still heard the taunts and even though her eyes were closed, she detected the flash of the camera documenting her shame.� Lori's only solace was that it was over, or so she thought.� Her reprieve was brief.� Much to her duress, she was once again manhandled to the floor and positioned like a dog to be fucked.�

The moment his still hard pecker touched the heated flesh of the MILF's swollen cunt, he thought his heart would burst out of his chest.� When he moved his hips forward slightly, the head of his cock pushed on the prettiest pussy lips.� His body started shaking when he noticed the lips spread and then he felt the fiery pit.

Jeremy had never felt heat like it.� He'd experienced a number of girlie-fucks, but had never experienced a hot-*****ed woman like Lori before.� The girls let him touch them with his cock, even let him insert some inside their precious pussies, but they never let him climax in their honey holes.� They always jerked him off because of being too afraid of getting pregnant.� All of a sudden he thrust forward and stiffened when the intense heat surrounded the entire length of his swollen cock.� His brain went into overload, as Jeremy realized his cock was fully embedded inside a real woman.

Lori moaned out loud feeling more and more distressed by what was happening.� Her spirit was broken and she was well aware of the fact.� Suddenly Sandy was saying something.� "Now I'm going to see if you really want summer camp to remain a secret," the girl whispered.� "Do you want me to give you all of the pictures?"

"Oh yes!� Dear gawd, yes," Lori pleaded.

"Don't worry about Rachel taking more," Sandy said.� "Since I already have pictures of you fucking Bradley... more with Jeremy won't matter."

Abruptly there were many flashes of brilliant light and Lori had a dreadful feeling in the pit of her stomach.� "Please.� No more, please no."

"I love how you are so submissive," Sandy said.� "Do you like being my slave?"

Lori felt a big shock, as a jolt of electricity shot through her body.� Somehow she was determined to fight back.� "No.� Your threats are ******* me to do what you say... otherwise I wouldn't be here."

"That's not what it looks like to me," Sandy whispered.� The girl was having fun and she wanted to taunt and tease her slave.� "I think you like getting fucked by a real stud for a change."

"No!� You're wrong."

Sandy was shrewd and knew what it took to destroy Lori's will.� "We all watched you experience an orgasm with Brad.� You climaxed like a cheap slut," Sandy said.� Then the girl cupped Lori's chin in her hand and jerked the woman's head upward in violent fashion.� Their eyes met and Sandy conveyed strength and power.� "Are you telling me that you didn't like it... having sex with Brad?"

Lori was lost.� She didn't know what to say or how to respond to the girl.� The words came out of her mouth without thinking and she tried not to incriminate herself.� "You ****** me... to do it."

Sandy jerked Lori's head up a little higher and severely arched the woman's back.� Then she grabbed a handful of hair.� "You climaxed!� You came all over Bradley's cock like a slut... didn't you?"

"But you ****** me.� You made me cum," Lori said.� Suddenly Sandy yanked on her hair and almost pulled some out of her head.� Lori's response was swift.� "Gawd yes, it was fantastic.� I did it.� I climaxed!� Are you happy?"

Lori stared into the dark, unyielding eyes and knew the girl was not content.� "Was it as good as with your husband?� As good as with Andy?"� Sandy held her captive in a viselike grip, demanding Lori respond.� "Well?"

Lori's back was arched and it sort of raised her hips so they were at a perfect angle for Jeremy.� His hands surrounded her slim waist and he clawed her tender flesh in desperation.� It was the first time in his life that he had actual intercourse and Jeremy wanted it to last forever.� "Not yet, oh fuck, not yet," cried the overly excited boy.

Sandy glared at Lori.� "Well... was it better with Bradley?"

"But... dear gawd, yes!� It was good... so good, so good with Brad," Lori moaned.� Suddenly she felt the desperation of Jeremy who was madly screwing her as if he was a sex maniac.� "Sandy!� Oh please, not again.� I just can't."

"Oh, but you will... again and again."

"No, please make him stop."

"Don't you want to make me happy?"

"Yes... no!� Yes!"

"Then you will do it for me... every time I ask."

"Please, don't make me."

"You should see Jeremy.� My Lord, he's fucking you like a ********* He's pounding your slutty cunt like a sex maniac."

Lori knew exactly what Jeremy was doing.� "Oh gawd, make him stop, please!"

"Do you know how to make him stop?"

"No?"

The teen squeezed hard on her waist and he yanked her body backwards every time he thrust his pecker deep into her inner being.� Jeremy was huffing and puffing and everyone knew he was getting close.�

"Okay, Mommy.� It's time to show mistress.� Fuck your teenage-stud."

"Stop.� Please stop, my gawd."

"That's it, my love.� Fuck your stud for Mistress.� Do it Mommy!"

"Sandy, please make it stop."

Sandy held her head steady while holding the deadly stare.� Then she swooped forward and kissed Lori hard on the lips before pulling back.� "I've never seen a gangbang... never watched a slut get her brains fucked out by more than one guy.� Holy sweet fuck, I think you're ready... almost ready for another good fucking."

Lori felt totally helpless.� Her body was pinned between the teenage boy and the she-devil mistress.� Suddenly the girl licked her face in a gross fashion, but it merely aroused Lori to a higher degree.� Her whole body was on fire.� Her inner core was ablaze with the flames licking the boy's cock like a burning hell.

Jeremy grunted and Sandy realized there was no more time.� The girl reached under the twisting torso and at the same time ordered her girlfriend to act.� "Rachel... grab her tits.� You know what to do... squeeze those gorgeous nipples and make our mommy happy," Sandy said.� "I'll take care of her clitty.� Grab'em, honey!� Wait till you see it.� She'll be creaming all over Jeremy's prick in no time... just wait for it!"

The ****** woman cried out in pleasure and pain as her nipples were inflamed.� Rachel rolled them around with her determined fingers while frantically pulling them out to the sides.� Sandy instantly grabbed the precious gem between Lori's legs, which was already throbbing like crazy.� She put the clitoris between her fingers and squeezed as hard as she could.� It was the most dramatic conclusion witnessed by three of Jeremy's friends.� Lori's hips shoved backwards to alleviate the extreme pain from Sandy's assault and Jeremy rammed his hips forward with all of his brute strength.

Sandy couldn't tell who climaxed first.� Lori's mouth flew open when her womanhood was filled with a man-sized cock and Jeremy's eyes popped out of his head.� Sandy kissed her slave and used her tongue tauntingly, as if she was Lori's lover.� Then she rolled the captured clitty around and around until Lori lost all hope for any reprieve.� Lori's first buck of her hips was swift and short, but the second was the beginning of a full-blown orgasm.

Lori felt the teen's cock in her belly and she coated it with womanly juices.� Then the crazed teenage girl jerked her head around, demanding an immediate verbal response.� "Dear gawd, not again.� I... I can't... I can't stop."

Sandy felt totally supreme and in complete control.� "You know what you have to do... what to say!"

"I'm... I'm cumming.� Dear gawd, I'm cumming... so good, I'm cumming," Lori moaned as her body shuddered.� "Again... I'm cumming again."

Jeremy was so close, but he desperately didn't want it to end.� "Sweet Jesus... it's so good.� Her cunt is so hot... so fucking hot."

"That's it buddy.� Fuck her, man.� Holy fuck!� She's cumming all over your dick.� Fuck her Jerr; Do it man... fuck her," Brad growled at his friend.

Lori stared into the girl's eyes knowing she had lost.� "Not again.� Dear gawd, I can't stop.� I'm cumming," she moaned.� "It's so good... soooo good."

She was almost over the top when Sandy proved the ultimate mistress.� "Hang on, my love.� Jeremy's ready!� He's going to fill you up with jizz."

Lori's hips went out of control and she managed to push backwards knowing it would drive the teen's cock to the hilt.� She felt the boy go crazy with lust and Lori would never forget joining him in sin.� She spoke knowing what Sandy wanted to hear.� "Oh gawd, It's so good... I'm cumming good... soooo good.� Gawd Sandy, I can't stop."

Then Lori merely grunted and groaned, as the lust robbed her sanity.� The spasms were so powerful that her body went into overdrive and she became a sex-toy for another teenager.� She vaguely heard Rachel cheering on her boyfriend and telling him to make the gangbang even more dramatic.� Jeremy's thrusts were out of sync and he erratically rammed his hips at Lori's body, as his orgasm exploded.� His stamina was profound for someone so inexperienced, but suddenly there was no more holding back.

The only thing Lori could do at the end was collapse.� She fell onto her stomach and lay prone for the longest time, or that's what it felt like to her.� There was movement around her, but Lori was no longer concerned for her safety.� Sandy who had proven too strong had defeated her, so when the girl whispered in her ear, Lori merely listened.� "Guess what, my love?� There is more... lots more," Sandy said.

Then the girl grabbed Lori's shoulders and helped her sit up.� "You get to lick some teenage pussy.� Rachel's so fucking hot after watching her boyfriend fuck your cunt... and now she needs some lovin'."

"Please... dear gawd, Sandy.� I can't take any more... no more," Lori pleaded.

"I sure hope Andy doesn't expect you home early... because you still have pussy to eat and cock to suck," Sandy said.� "Plus I'm sure the boys will both want to fuck you again."

"No, I can't do any more... no more," Lori pleaded.

The next hour of blackmail sex would remain engrained in Lori's mind.� It was a roller coaster of erotic desire and Lori's emotions slowly climbed the steep hill of ecstasy before rocketing down the slippery slope of shameful lust.� She remembered being impaled on Brad's magnificent cock, fucking the well-hung teen boy, believing she didn't have a choice.� Brad mauled her tits, yet Lori shamefully yearned for him to ****** her even more.

Lori recalled probably the most embarrassing details.� Brad's cock remained buried deeply inside of her when Sandy grabbed her shoulders, bending her backwards.� The girl ****** Lori onto her back over Brad's legs and then she did the unthinkable.� Sandy sat on Lori's face, grinding her soaked pussy and ass into an older woman's face.� What happened would always send shivers through Lori when she remembered how Sandy used her for self-gratification.

�

Moments later she was prone and between Rachel's widespread legs.� She tongued Rachel with a growing confidence when the teenager responded with a quivering eagerness.� The tongue-lashing was skillful and one that the girl couldn't withstand for very long.� Lori sensed that Rachel was getting close so she swooped in for the ******* She put her mouth around the girl's entire clitty and sucked the throbbing bud into her hot mouth.� Lori licked the girl's rubbery clitoris until Rachel displayed a dramatic willingness to reach an orgasm.

Just as she tasted Rachel's love juices, Sandy attacked.� The girl shoved Lori's legs apart and then she acted like a violent ********* Sandy watched her girlfriend's body arch, as her torso rose high in the air.� She knew Rachel was a scant moment away from total ********** to her overpowering desire.� Abruptly Sandy rammed two fingers into Lori's opening and heard the woman yell.� The quivering morsel inside Lori's mouth muffled her scream and Rachel was the benefactor, as sharp teeth clamped down on her clitty.

Lori knew Rachel was climaxing and she didn't have to do anything, as the girl's internal organs were in severe convulsions.� Suddenly her own cunt belonged to the she-devil blackmailer.� Sandy finger-fucked her, easily overcoming any resistance Lori offered.� The girl used both hands, one for fucking and one for ******ing the vulnerable clitty.� Sandy curled her fingers that were buried deep inside the honey pit and found the susceptible G-spot.

Suddenly Sandy raked the spot with her middle finger while pinching hard with her other hand.� Her fingers surrounded the throbbing bud and squeezed it until she heard the desired groan of protest.� All of a sudden Brad rubbed his manly cock all over Lori's face.� First he cleaned the seeping cum off on one cheek before rolling his prick to Lori's other blushing cheek.� The boy then poked her with the end of his cock making sure to ****** every part of her head and neck.

Abruptly her stamina came into question.� Her hips were moving and Lori didn't know why.� The finger-fucking was professional and one that Lori would not forget.� Sandy fucked her hard without displaying any pity or remorse.� "That's it Mrs. B.� Lori!� Your husband never has to know that you're my slave," Sandy whispered.� "I'm going to rip one more out of your cunt... before making you suck cock."

Lori was too occupied trying to stave off yet another orgasm.� She heard the disparaging remarks, but there was nothing she could do.� The girl's finger-fucking continued and Lori desperately wanted to move her arms.� She wanted to grab Sandy's hands and stop the ***********, but Lori knew that serious repercussions would result.� "That's it lover.� Fuck all over my fingers," Sandy hissed.� "I just love the way you fuck when I finger your cunt... and when Brad fucks you with his big cock."

Sandy felt the telltale signs of lost control.� She increased the finger pumping, raking the G-spot and constantly pinching the clit until she noticed Lori's eyes roll back into her head.� The orgasm was shameful, yet Lori couldn't stop the girl from yanking it out of her guts.� Suddenly there was a cock in her ear and Brad used his pecker to destroy her last sliver of willpower.� The girl's hands moved at lightning speed and the boy gave her severe shocks with his lightning rod.

The river of womanly cum ran freely and Lori shuddered knowing she was under the complete control of Mistress Sandy.� Her appalling actions continued when Sandy ordered her to suck her boyfriend's cock.� Lori obediently gave Brad a blowjob and again the boy filled her belly with his teenage sperm.� If that wasn't bad enough, Sandy made her do it with Jeremy and the roller coaster raced again.� Lori had no sooner swallowed all of the boy's molten lava when Sandy reached the end of her own stamina.� The girl craved an orgasm in the worst way, so she ravaged her submissive captive, and ****** Lori to perform another act of cunnilingus.

The night ended in dramatic fashion.� Lori panicked when she heard loud noises coming from the upstairs when Brad's parents came home a little early.� There was a mad scurry with everyone trying to find their clothes and it only took Lori less than one minute to get dressed.� Luckily there was a back door that offered a measure of privacy without going past Brad's parents.� Everyone rushed out of the house while Brad went upstairs to engage his parents, so they wouldn't become suspicious.

Lori was relieved that the teens drove her straight home.� She thought the drive would end her traumatic turmoil, but again the blackmailing teen proved her wrong.� Lori huddled in the backseat sitting between two well-built teenage boys.� Just as the car rounded the last corner and drove into the block Lori lived on, the car came to an abrupt stop.� Lori's heart pounded frantically as she waited.� She stared down the block and could see the front door of her home.

Sandy turned the car off and the lights out.� They were three or four doors from Lori's place, yet it seemed like miles to a desperate woman.� Suddenly Sandy leaned over the front seat and peered into Lori's eyes.� "I hope you don't think it's over," the girl whispered.� "I'm sure we have time for one more... once more where Rachel and I can watch Mommy cum all over the cock of her teenage lover."

The girl's eyes burned a hole through her, but Lori couldn't look away.� She stared into Sandy's eyes and could see the power, the determination and mostly the overwhelming lust for supreme control.� Lori summoned up the last shred of willpower in her disillusioned mind to look away from the dark, unyielding eyes and she looked down the block to her only safe-haven.� The house was dark, which meant Andy had gone to bed, and the quiet, serene setting seemed to give her hope.

"You think it's over... that I can't blackmail you now," Sandy whispered, with her voice deep and very commanding.� "You've been very obedient, so far.� Done everything I've asked, but there's more."

Lori started to shake and some doubt crept into her head.� "Sandy, my dear ******** Please!� I've done everything you've asked... and more," she whispered, trying to sound more mature and older.� "Let me go home and I'll forget all about tonight."

It was as if the girl didn't hear.� "Rachel and I have to see it one more time.� We want to watch Mommy get fucked by her teenage lover," Sandy said.� "You're going to show me how much you love being my slave.� Remember how you climaxed when you sat on top of Bradley's cock that first time in the backseat?"

Lori's entire body shivered and it wasn't because of the cold.� "Never!� Never, never, never!� I can't do anymore.� Please, let me out of the car," she whispered.� She twisted and struggled in a futile attempt to get free of the two overpowering teenage boys.� Lori had made up her mind that the blackmail was over.� She vowed to resist with all of the remaining strength left in her battered body.

Sandy witnessed Lori's determination and she decided to prove her dominance once and for all.� "You know how much I love watching you fight me.� How much I love watching you try to stop the blackmail," she whispered.� "Do you remember that first time... months ago with Brad in the backseat?� How you creamed like a nymph?"

Lori glared at Sandy, realizing the girl was right.� It seemed the harder she fought, the more Sandy enjoyed the conquest, but she vowed to fight.� Lori became more resolved to make things different.� She reasoned that being a mature woman, a parent, and a responsible adult would be enough to defeat an inferior teenager.� Lori locked eyes with the devil and she set her jaw in a strong, determined manner.� "Never!� I won't do anything more," she whispered.

"Lori.� You're my devoted slave.� You'll obey... or else," Sandy hissed and the grin on the girl's face sent panic through Lori's confused mind.

"No.� I've done enough."

"Lori.� You're going to cum one more time.� Climax all over Bradley's cock one more time."

"No.� No!"� Lori's voice was shaking when she replied.� Then she reached across Jeremy and tried to open the car door.

All of a sudden her heart stopped cold.� The abrupt sound of a loud car horn echoed in the quiet night and thankfully it was a very brief honk.� "If you don't obey, I'll blow this horn until everyone in the entire neighborhood comes outside to see what their darling Lori is doing," Sandy said.� "Do you want your neighbors to see you now?"

Lori froze with her hand on the door handle.� She hastily glanced around at all of the houses to see if any lights came on.� She was frantic and let out a sigh of relief when she noticed nothing.� Her heart pounded like mad and she was more afraid than at any time in her life.� "Please, dear gawd, Sandy, please don't."

"That's better.� Now if you obey... obey every order without a seconds delay, I won't wakeup your neighbors," Sandy said.� "Take off your blouse!"� The girl's voice was commanding and so unsympathetic it left Lori with only one option.

In an instant Lori was topless.� She sat up straight in the backseat and returned Sandy's intense glare, too afraid to look away.� Suddenly hands were all over her breasts, but Lori didn't take her eyes off Sandy's to see which teen was fondling her boobs.� "Dear gawd, this can't be happening," she cried silently to herself.

"I asked you... do you remember that first time in the backseat with Brad.� When you acted like a trollop and creamed all over his cock?"

"Yes.� Dear gawd, yes."

All of a sudden Sandy drove the final nail in Lori's coffin.� "The only way to stop me from blowing this horn is to make me happy," she said.� Then the girl pretended to reach for the horn.� "I'll lean on the horn until your husband comes out to see what's happening if you don't obey."

"Please don't.� I'll do it... anything you say.� Just don't blow the horn."

"Fuck!� I'll never get tired of watching you orgasm with Bradley's cock buried in your belly," Sandy whispered.� "If you fuck Brad... sit on his cock and fuck him until you cream, I won't sound the horn."

"But... what if I can't cum?"� Lori was despondent thinking about how her neighbors could find her with four teenagers.

"Then I'll blow the fucking horn until Andy comes out to see your bare ass riding Brad's big cock," Sandy whispered matter-of-factly.� "And you better climax before Brad... or else!"

Lori would be able to look back on the session as the most humiliating, demoralizing event in her life.� She whipped her skirt up to her waist and then jumped on top of Brad's lap.� He had already lowered his pants leaving no doubt as to what was about to happen.� Lori faced the teenager, exactly as ordered by his girlfriend, and even rubbed her tits in his face when ordered to do so.� When Sandy told her to ****** and caress her own boobs and nipples, Lori willingly did it with as much passion as possible.

Lori would remember acting like a puppet, as Sandy pulled her strings.� She followed every command and her thoughts never strayed from the image of Sandy's hand reaching for the car horn.� Suddenly Sandy directed her to hold Brad's cock straight up in the air and then she was ordered to balance on her knees over top of the extended arrow.� At the time Lori glanced downward to witness her dainty fist around the thick meat, as she held Brad's oversized cock at the doorway of her heart.

"Not yet.� Hold it there and rub the head all over your slutty cunt.� Don't put Brad's beautiful cock in your dirty hole yet," Sandy ordered.� "I want you to beat that dirty clitty until you're ready... ready for a good fucking."

Lori obeyed without any hesitation.� She rubbed Brad's penis back and forth along her entire pussy slit before concentrating on the *********** of her precious clitoris.� The cock-head was covered with oil and it was easy to roll the winged clitty around while putting more and more pressure on the little bud.� All of a sudden she heard the dire command.� "Sit down.� Sit on Brad's cock and shove his meat into your mommy-belly."

There was the slightest hesitation when Lori placed the flared head at her opening, but then she let her torso sink all the way down.� The thick pole slipped into her defenseless cavity and she felt her entire being filled with the burning poker.� Lori felt stimulated, but certainly not enough passion to reach an orgasm.� She rode the stallion like a mare in heat, rocking her hips back and forth with a desperation so profound it made her extremely anxious.

Lori was unaware that her boobs were robbing Brad's stamina.� She bounced on his lap and her succulent tits rolled and jiggled mere inches in front of his flushed face.� Brad watched the enormous nipples brush past his face, as Lori rode his prick, and he tried to catch one or the other with his mouth.� Suddenly he was successful and sucked her left nipple into his mouth and held it firmly with his sharp teeth.� Lori cried out, as the sudden capture not only surprised her, but it hurt when Brad bit down harder than he intended.

"Rachel!� Look at Bradley.� I think he's almost there.� He's almost ready to fill Mommy with his cum," Sandy said, sending a threatening message to Lori.� "If he does cum... before Mommy, I'll blow the fucking horn so loud it'll bring neighbors from miles around."

All of a sudden Lori panicked.� She felt the teen's hips jerk, as he trust madly trying to reach the coveted end of her love-canal, and knew there wasn't much time.� Her arms were extended with her hands resting on Brad's shoulders for balance and she abruptly sat up as straight as possible.� Lori swiftly let go of the teen's shoulders and she shoved her right hand into her crotch.� She knew exactly what to do, as masturbation was not uncommon to her.� Deftly her fingers slipped into the wetness and instantly seized the throbbing clitoris.� She skillfully placed the clit between her fingers and started to vibrate her hand at blazing speed.

Her head rolled to the side and she caught a vision of Sandy out the corner of her eye.� The girl was smiling, which made Lori happy, but it was her arm that turned Lori's stomach to jelly.� Sandy's arm was outstretched with her hand resting on the steering wheel.� Lori could see Sandy pretending to press on the horn and she hoped the girl was faking.

Lori would remember the spectacular climax, as not only traumatic, but as one of the best ever.� Sandy's timing was perfect.� She must have noticed the initial jerks of Lori's pelvis, as the first tremors rocked her body.� Then the girl swiftly too charge.� Sandy grabbed a full handful of the hair on the back of Lori's head and yanked real hard.� She pulled Lori's head backwards, towards the front seat, which caused the woman's neck and back to become severely arched.

Lori quickly moved both hands up to her head in a futile effort to stop Sandy and ease the ruthless hair pulling.� The girl held Lori's head steady with the woman's teary eyes staring straight up at the car's roof.� As quick as Lori's hand left her crotch, Jeremy's replaced it.� The teen put the dangling clitoris in his strong fingers and squeezed, while jiggling his hand back and forth rapidly.� At the same time Brad put his big hands around Lori's waist and he fucked the daylights out of her.

Everything happened at the same time.� Lori's fragile endurance exploded into a full-blown orgasm.� Her mouth hung wide open, as her arched neck pulled down on her lower jaw.�� Lori struggled to get enough air through her constricted throat and all she could do was utter groans of ****** ecstasy.� It was easy after the first thousand spasms.� Her disillusioned mind went into fantasyland and she let the dramatic orgasm flood all of her emotions, without trying to avoid the demoralizing outcome.

Nothing mattered after the violent explosion in her deepest being.� "Look!� Mommy has her teenage cock.� Rachel... look.� Mommy's cumming... she's having an orgasm!"� Lori heard the devastating remarks, but she was long past the point of caring.� The teenage boy yanked downwards on her quivering hips and then he rammed his pecker into her belly.� Again and again Brad pumped his cock into her delicate being.

Suddenly sex was different.� Sex with Brad and even Jeremy was not the same, as intercourse used to be.� Lori would forever envision the youthful magnificent manhood; she would forever fantasize what the boys' cock felt like in her hands and she would forever be a slave to having the big cock deep inside her womanly domain.� Her body jerked and thrashed out of control on top of the teenager's lap, yet her mind was at peace in erotic bliss.

When the last tremor subsided within Lori's fragile epicenter, Sandy demanded one more punishing proposal.� Lori willingly obeyed the girl.� She reached into Jeremy pants and pulled out his stiff, throbbing prick.� The boy was definitely ready for a blowjob after watching the memorable session his buddy had just completed.� He laid back into the corner of the backseat and spread his legs out across half the seat.

Jeremy stared at the illustrious act.� His eyes bulged, as the dainty hands surrounded his thick shaft, and he marveled at how Lori managed to get both hands on his erection.� He saw two or three inches poking out above Lori's top hand and then the meat disappeared into the hottest mouth.� There was instant gratification when the sexy woman sucked on his cock.� Lori's tongue rolled around the flared head ensuring to lightly caress the most sensitive rim around the base of the bulbous head.

Lori expected to hear lots of laughter from Sandy's sarcasm.� That was not the case, as both boys were overjoyed with their sexy goddess, and they didn't want to upset her.� Rachel was too excited and somehow overly aroused from watching the fuck session and then the blowjob her boyfriend received.� Sandy let out a giggle, but then she felt a little sad that the night was actually finished.� Her power struggle was over and now she would have to plan for another.

Lori got out of the car and staggered to her feet.� It must have appeared like a hostage return after an abduction, as the car sped away leaving a battered victim.� Lori was left standing in her front yard, shivering and shaking like crazy, as if it was cold outside.� She glanced down at her skirt in awe.� The garment was wrinkled and had stains all over the dark material.� It seemed silly to wipe the spots away, yet she did her best to make the skirt look okay.

Her legs trembled when she went to the house.� As long as she lived, Lori would never forget what happened.� She sneaked into the house like a cat burglar and quietly made her way to the bedroom.� The room was dark and she managed to get into the bathroom before the extreme anxiety got the best of her.� She left the lights off and it was easy to undress without Andy noticing her soiled attire.� He also wouldn't realize she wasn't wearing undies, which made Lori feel better.

Lori quickly took off the blouse and skirt and purposely hid them in the clothes hamper.� Suddenly she felt a trickle of cream running from her belly and she quickly wiped the cum up with a used towel.� She ran her tongue around her lips and a shiver shot through her body when she tasted the remnants of male essence.� Then Lori reached for her customary, oversized t-shirt that she wore to bed every night.

All of a sudden Lori froze.� "Hurry up love... come here.� I've been waiting all night for you," Andy said.� "I'm so goddamn horny and need some loving.� You won't need anything on... not tonight!"

Lori grudgingly forgot the shirt and slowly exited the bathroom.� She felt extremely damp between her legs and her mouth had a taste of guilt and shame.� Knowing that she reeked of sex, reluctantly she slipped into bed.� Andy immediately wrapped her in his arms and things got heated very quickly.� Lori's head started spinning out of control with the thought of Andy finding out her secret.� She prayed he wouldn't smell or taste the residue of her infidelity, as her marriage would be over if he discovered she had been unfaithful.� Lori felt his eager hands all over her torso and realized that Andy's only concern was fulfilling his deep need for sex.� His lust grew hotter and with each degree Lori felt more and more secure.

It took awhile, but suddenly Lori felt much better.� She encouraged Andy and tried to satisfy his sexual desire.� Probably the worst moment of the night came when she reached for his manhood.� Lori wrapped her fingers around Andy's cock and the only thing in her head was a vivid visualization of a teenager's cock.� She tightened her grip, but the images were far too illustrious to ignore.� Then Lori felt Andy's hips begin to jerk and shudder and she knew he was getting close.� She sensed his urge to ride her and it was easy to get him on top of her outstretched body.

For the very first time in her life, Lori faked an orgasm.� Her confusion and anxiety were so great that her head started spinning out of control.� Strangely everything seemed reversed.� She was having sex with her husband, but deep inside she was betraying Sandy and Brad.� Lori moaned and uttered familiar sounds of sexual desire hoping Andy believed them.� Then she felt him thrust hard and hold still for a brief moment.

Lori knew her husband was on the verge of an orgasm so she arched her back, throwing her hips at him.� Andy sensed his wife's lust and let go.� Having to wait for hours had turned his stamina into quicksand.� His climax was swift and abrupt.� When it was over, Lori relaxed for the first time in many hours.� Her arms and legs were outstretched and she merely lay spread-eagled on the bed, hoping to fall asleep.

Lori's eyes were closed, but not the movie screen on the back of her eyelids.� Her mind went backwards a few hours to when she was on her hands and knees.� The dream was so real that she felt Sandy's lips next to her ear, as the girl whispered softly.� Her voice was affectionate, yet very unyielding, and Lori recalled having the deepest urge to obey the girl.� Even now in bed with her husband, Lori's tummy quivered, as she remembered what Sandy made her do.

The movie rolled along and then she was aware of Brad.� His magnificent cock was so deep inside of her that Lori only experienced total bliss.� Suddenly the visualization had Sandy ordering her to obey.� Lori remembered how her entire body went into convulsions and how she climaxed exactly as Sandy commanded.

Half asleep and in bed with her husband, Lori's brain drifted through the immoral ecstasy.� Suddenly the orgasm was over and someone else was behind her.� Lori couldn't tell whether it was one minute or one hour later, but Sandy was beside her again and the girl demanded more.� Then she remembered the disparaging remarks that came from not only Sandy, but also her girlfriend.� The teens announced to the world that the mature woman was experiencing an earth-rattling orgasm with Jeremy.� The last recollection of her movie before falling asleep was being taken up the highest mountain of lust in the backseat of a car and then tumbling down the far side into a calm, peaceful valley.

***

Lori would always look back on the relationship with a certain amount of regret.� She definitely regretted succumbing to Sandy's devious blackmail and also being unfaithful to Andy during the whole affair.� What Lori didn't understand was her feelings of remorse now that the affair was actually over.� She should have been extremely happy that Sandy and Brad were moving away to attend university.� Strangely she had a deep yearning in the pit of her tummy that she would miss Sandy and the girl's overpowering demeanor.

The end came quite suddenly.� Lori came home from work where she was confronted by her next door neighbor who she hated with a passion.� Ken Patterson was vulgar and one of the most egotistic, male chauvinists Lori had ever met.� He had been their neighbor for many years and Lori disliked the man from day one.� Ken greeted her, as she drove into her driveway, and she was unable to avoid the man.� "Hi sweetheart.� You're looking very sexy today... Andy is a very lucky man.� We'll have to have a block party one of these days," Ken said, sending tremors up her backbone.

Then he handed her an envelope.� "That sex-kitten whose been visiting you lately, Sandy I think her name is... well she desperately wanted to see you, but couldn't wait.� She left this," Ken said.� "She said her parents were driving her to LA and mentioned some project you two were working on... and how you needed this letter."

Lori's hand shook when she took the envelope from Ken and she could hardly wait to get away from the man.� She could tell he wanted to keep talking, but she quickly scurried away.� Once inside her home, Lori opened Sandy's letter.� She didn't know whether to jump for joy or be sad by the news the girl was going halfway across the country to attend university.� Sandy had applied to the same university as Brad, and they both were accepted, which should have made Lori extremely happy.

Lori managed a big sigh of relief knowing her life was back to normal.� Sandy mentioned in her letter that she was somewhat sorry for the way she acted.� The girl revealed how exciting and tantalizing it was to blackmail Lori, but things had gotten carried away.� Sandy said how she regretted the gangbang session and vowed to keep anything from getting back to Andy.� She reassured Lori that all of the incriminating pictures and movies would be destroyed.

Sandy mentioned how getting rid of the pictures was the only way she could assure her friends didn't continue the sexual charade.� The girl said how she would always consider Lori a dear friend and that she would remain in email contact with her.� All of a sudden someone came in the house and Lori quickly hid the letter in her pocket.� "Mom!� Are you in the kitchen?"

Julia came into the room and Lori smiled at her *********** Then she made a decision of not volunteering for any more summer camps.� Her chaperone days were over and it was time to make amends to her family.� Too bad for Lori that she couldn't foresee the future or else she might be able to change what happened.� Her submissive nature might have been hidden from her devious neighbor and she might have been able to eliminate any more blackmail in her life.


THE END

Excellent story

Merci ami lecteur

Cocu consentant, d'accord ! mais il y a des limites !!!



- Pendant que j'y pense chéri, vendredi soir Raymond offre un pot pour *** départ à la retraite, donc avec ta permission je rentrerais plus tard ...
- Est ce que j'ai l'habitude de te refuser quoique ce soit ?
- Non ! bien sur mais il s'agit d'un apéro dinatoire, çà risque simplement de durer un peu tard dans la soirée
- Accordé ! Tu as la permission de minuit !mais ce Raymond il t'a à la bonne si je ne me trompe ?
- Tu n'es quand même pas jaloux ? Raymond est un excellent copain de boulot, très compétent, sérieux, même si quelques fois il essaie de mater sous mes jupes, il ne m'a jamais manqué de respect .... Il y a pourtant des fois ou j'aurais bien aimé, surtout que bien des femmes au boulot flashent sur lui, pas plus tard qu'il y a deux jours deux nanas discutaient aux lavabos, l'une disait à l'autre ' je mangerais bien du concombre à midi !'- pourquoi tu en as amené ? – non ! Mais on va aller voir Raymond !- ha ! Bonne idée ! Tu viens avec nous Annie ? - oh non merci ! - tu as tort tu sais avec lui quand y'en a pour deux y'en a pour trois !!

- Vous êtes bien toutes des vicieuses au boulot ! mais il a encore le temps de te proposer la botte !
- Non ! Maintenant c'est foutu !!
Le vendredi matin Annie met beaucoup de temps à se pomponner, lorsqu'elle sort de la salle de bain je tousse ! Habillée d'une jupe en jean qui lui arrive à mis cuisses, des bottes aux genoux, un top qui dessine trop merveilleusement sa poitrine, comme d'habitude avant qu'elle ne parte je lui fais un bisou et en même temps je passe une main amicale sous sa jupe ....nous somment au printemps mais c'est tout de même un peu court pour la sai*** ! Et s'il n'y avait que cela, elle a aussi mis des bas auto fixant et un mini string qui couvre à peine ses grandes lèvres....
- Chérie c'est journée portes ouvertes ? tu vas avoir froid ! Quand tu vas te baisser on va voir tes bas ....
- Et alors ? Je ne veux pas passer pour une rabat joie ce soir ! un peu d'excentricité çà ne peut pas tuer, je suis capable de me défendre si je veux !
- Ce qui me fait peur, c'est 'si tu veux '..... Allez, à ce soir chérie, amuse toi bien !
- A ce soir chéri, tu m'attends ? on pourrait finir la soirée en amoureux ...

Le soir en robe de chambre, je me détends en regardant la télé onze heures, pas de nouvelles, le match de foot est fini, alors je mets un d v d de cul ! ma queue se redresse évidement ! vivement que ma femme arrive .... minuit toujours pas d'Annie ! C'est la dernière heure que j'ai retenue après j'ai plongé dans les bras de Morphée alors qu'une femme se faisait prendre en double par deux noirs, çà me fait penser à ma belle qui aimerait bien cette situation, bien que ce ne serait pas une première pour elle !
Soudain je suis réveillé par une voiture qui se gare devant le garage, un coup d'œil à la pendule... plus de trois heures du matin ! j'éteins le lecteur d v d qui est resté allumé, la porte s'ouvre Annie passe devant le salon pour aller vers la salle de bain.
- Ah ! Te voilà chérie !
- Oh ! Tu n'es pas couché ! Excuse-moi mais j'ai eue des imprévus ....
- Au point de te laver ? Approche mon amour viens me faire un bisou !.....woouuuff ! que t'est il arrivée ? Tu es passée sous un camion ? Oh non ! On dirait plutôt que tu as rencontré un régiment d'artilleur ! oh tu pues de la bouche ! Tu as mangé quoi ? Une tarte au foutre ???
Les cheveux ébouriffés, *** rimmel a coulé ce qui lui donne une apparence de clown triste !
- Euuuuuh je vais tout t'expliquer ....
- j'y compte bien !!
- Et si nous allions sur le lit, je suis rompue .....
- OK !
Annie ôte *** top ... première surprise, elle a les seins nus ! La jupe glisse lentement sur ses hanches .... Le string est bien là mais des kleenex mouillés dépassent de la bande étroite de tissu..... Un bas à un accroc ! je la stoppe avant qu'elle ne baisse la culotte et la pousse sur le lit, elle tombe les bras en croix.
- Allez ! raconte, çà dois être croustillant, je veux du détail !
- Comme tu veux.... alors voilà hier soir vers onze heures et demie je m'apprête à prendre congé, je vais pour remercier Raymond ... 'oh Annie j'ai un service à te demander, Henriette devait me donner un coup de main pour débarrasser la salle mais elle est complètement bourrée, des amis l'on raccompagnée, tu peux rester un moment ?çà ne seras pas long.'
- Ca ne m'arrange pas mais bon ok !
Nous avons commencés à débarrasser les tables, finalement deux intérims qui finissent leur contrat ce soir, Jamal et Antonin un maghrébin et un martiniquais se ***t joints à nous je me dépêchais et à un moment donné je me suis penchée sur une table pour attraper des gobelets lorsque Raymond a crié : Arrête Annie ne bouge plus ......
- Que se passe t il ??
- Rassure toi rien de grave mais tout simplement je découvre tes jambes comme jamais je ne les ai vues ! je vois juste au dessus de tes bas, s'il te plait reste un moment comme çà !!
Boff, après tout je ne le reverrais plus, si çà peut lui faire plaisir....
- Tu ne remonterais pas un peu plus ?
- Raymond ! Voyons !..... Pas ici !
Que n'ais je pas dis !
- Tu as rai***, prend deux gobelets propres je prends une bouteille de champagne fraiche allons dans mon bureau, ce sera le plus beau cadeau que j'aurais eu ce soir !..... les gars vous passez un coup de balais et vous pouvez partir !
Comment refuser ? Nous nous sommes retrouvés dans *** bureau débarrassé de tous dossiers, un verre à la main :
- Bon, que veux tu voir de plus ?
- Tu sais ce que j'aimerai ? Un petit striptease ! Tu restes en sous- vêtements çà me suffira !
- Je fais çà où ??
- Là sur mon bureau .....
- Tu exagères ! aide-moi à monter ....
Sans musique ce n'est pas facile, j'ai commencé à me déhancher, bon, je te fais grâce de la suite, je me suis retrouvée en soutien gorge et en slip à vingt centimètres de *** visage, le pauvre était tout rouge !
- Continue à te balancer.... que tu es belle ....
Je me suis baissée en ouvrant les genoux, quand rapidement il a passé une main dans mon dos, avec deux doigts il a défait avec une habilité incroyable mon agrafe de soutient gorge, me voilà les seins nus, vite, je me suis relevée, mais il a crocheté mon string de chaque cotés, celui-ci en glissant sur mes cuisses s'est retrouvé au sol évidement !
- Que c'est beau .......
-- salope au fond de toi-même tu ne demandais que çà !

Je ne savais plus quoi faire chéri ! pétrifiée je suis restée sans bouger, il a alors posé ses mains sur mes fesses, sa joue appuyée sur mes poils, il a embrassé l'intérieur de mes cuisses, malgré moi celles-ci se ***t ouvertes, il m'a soulevée pour m'assoir sur le bord du bureau ....
- Oh, tu sens bon la femme... ouvre toi Annie tu es mouillée je veux te boire .....
- Raymond je ne suis pas très propre, ma douche date de ce matin ......
- Justement c'est comme çà que j'aime une chatte, et c'est la seule de la boite que je n'ai pas eue !
Alors chéri, j'ai obéis ....il m'a léchée, et tu me connais quand on touche à mon petit bouton je ne peu plus rien refuser .... à nouveau il m'a prise dans ses bras pour me déposer sur la moquette rase, et là j'ai tout lâché, je me suis offerte complètement à ses caresses , j'ai fermé les yeux en lui tenant la tête sur ma chatte , j'ai joui chéri , j'ai honte ...... mais quand je suis redescendue de mon petit nuage en ouvrant les yeux ......tu es sur de vouloir connaitre la suite ?
- AH oui !!! Ce doit être très intéressant !!
- Bon, tu l'auras voulu ! et bien au dessus de moi deux bites énormes se balançaient, une bien brune, celles de Jamal et l'autre noire celle d' Antonin, j'allais protester mais à ce moment là Raymond m'a pénétrée, mes jambes sur ses épaules *** sexe énorme me pourfend en deux, la bouche ouverte sous la surprise Jamal en profite il soulève me tête pour m'embrocher carrément sur *** zob circoncis ,Antonin me pelote les seins en se masturbant , chéri ... j'ai adoré .... comme une affamée j'ai sucé , je me lance au devant de la queue qui me perfore la matrice.
*** récit me fait bander à l' extrême, Je me décide à baisser *** string détrempé les mouchoirs de papier ***t collés aux poils, ses lèvres n'ont aucunes formes, collées par le foutre je les sépare, un flot de liquide coule dans sa raie, mes doigts s'aventurent sur *** petit trou, petit ? Avant oui ! Mais ce soir c'est une boursouflure ignoble à peine refermée, suintante.
- Oh chéri, baise moi ! Baise ta salope de femme !
- Te baiser ? Que veux tu que je baise ? Un trou difforme où je vais nager ? je vais plutôt t'enfiler ma main pendant que tu continues à déballer tes saloperies !!
- Comme tu veux mon amour .....Jamal a déchargé dans ma bouche, çà m'est ressortit par les trous de nez, le reste est partit dans mes cheveux et sur mes seins Raymond lui aussi a joui dans ma moule, il s'est rapidement retiré bousculé par Antonin qui voulait la place, sa trique est plus dure que celle de Raymond ! mais je suis bien lubrifiée je jouie sans discontinuer hystérique, gourmande de queues je leur demande de me défoncer , alors Antonin me bascule sur lui , je me cambre, le cul offert a celui qui voudra .....
C'est Jamal qui en veut encore, mais il décide de me prendre en double par la chatte avec *** copain, j'ai cru entendre craquer mes chairs, j'ai eue une pensée pour toi chéri, toi qui aime me voir prise comme çà, ma chatte devait être belle à voir, plantée par deux concombres comme çà !! Jamal me travaille mon cul, je pense avoir compris et j'appréhende ....... ils m'ont tellement pistonnée la matrice que ma vessie à lâchée, je leur ai pissé dessus !
- AAAAHHHHH la salope elle nous pisse dessus !
Je ne pouvais même pas crier car Raymond a voulus que je le suce pour lui redonner une érection convenable ' on va te baiser encore et encore ' m'a-t-il dit !
Et ce qui devait arriver .... Jamal a pointé *** gland sur ma cible désormais préparée, lentement sa manthule s'enfonce dans mes reins.
Tous mes trous ***t pris .... Va y chéri ta main est presque rentrée....aie ******** encore un peu je vais me dilater encore, comme tout à l'heure ! Tu es sur que tu ne veux pas me baiser j'ai envie de ta queue !!
- Plus tard finis ton récit !
A ce moment là j'ai crié : 'Donnez moi à boire j'ai la bouche sèche '
On m'a tendus un gobelet plein de champagne, je sais c'est de l'eau que j'aurais du boire .......Jamal a dit 'donne moi la bouteille, lui aussi en veut' et c'est de mon cul qu'il parle car il retire sa pine, je sens le liquide glacé couler dans mon conduit béant, des milliers de bulles éclatent, çà pique et c'est bon, je deviens folle de jouissance ! il enfonce a nouveau sa queue jusqu'à la garde, le champagne gicle hors de mon boyau
- OOOOHHHHH mes salauds allez y !! Je jouiiiiiiiiiie !!
À nouveau des giclées fusent de ma chatte mais cette fois c'est mon coté femme fontaine qui se déclenche ! combien de fois m'ont-ils déchargés dans tous mes trous, je ne sais plus, mais tu vois le résultat ! Lorsque nous nous sommes relevés, une flaque impressionnante décore la moquette, j'ai fourré mon soutien gorge dans mon sac à main, Raymond m'a filé des kleenex que j'ai fourrés sous mon string pour ne pas tacher le siège de la voiture et me voilà !!!.... quelle est la sanction chéri ?? Tu veux bien me baiser maintenant ??
- Je voudrais bien ! Mais trop tard ! J'ai déchargé dans les draps ! je n'accomplirai mon devoir conjugal que lorsque tes parties intimes aurons retrouvées une apparence digne de ce nom , Tu vas à la salle de bain maintenant salope, laisse toi tremper une heure pour décoller toutes les croutes que tu as sur le corps ! et pendant que j'y pense tu as un mois pour me dégoter une ou deux bonnes mères de famille en quête de sensations fortes ou bien deux ou trois jeunettes qui rêvent de se faire élargir définitivement leurs orifices intimes, en clair des nanas qui ne fuiront pas en découvrant mon démonte pneus gorgé de sang !
- Oui chéri je te trouverai çà ... je pourrai participer ?
- Bien sur !! Tu prendras des clichés et une vidéo afin que les participantes aient un souvenir de la dévastation de leurs entre jambes ! Toi tu resteras en jean serré avec interdiction de te palucher et de toucher les filles !
- Tu es dur avec moi ....
- je veux bien être cocu consentant ! mais il y a des limites tout de même ..............

Surpris par le frère...




Bonjour je m'appelle Jean, j'ai 19 ans, et je vis pour le moment toujours chez mes parents.
Mon passe temps favoris est de mater ma voisine, Léa par la fenêtre de sa chambre. Je me cache derrière les buis***s, et je peux la regarder tranquillement sans être vu.
Elle ne se doute pas qu'on puisse la voir derrière les buis***s, elle se laisse donc souvent aller les rideaux ouverts. Elle se déshabille sans gène, se masturbe et quelques fois j'ai pu la surprendre faisant l'amour avec des mecs, qui n'étaient même pas ses copains, une vraie salope !
Ce jour là, je la matais en pleine masturbation, elle était sur *** lit, les jambes écartées, sur sa peau légèrement bronzée coulait de grosses goutes de sueur ainsi que des litres de mouille, elle laissait ses cheveux brun dorés tomber sur ses petits seins pointus. Ses deux longs doigts s'activaient dans sa petite chatte rasée. Moi, je me branlais bien sur ! Per***ne ne m'avait jamais surpris... jusqu'à ce jour...
J'accélérais le rythme avant de lâcher toute la purée dans l'herbe, c'est là qu'une voix retenti de derrière les buis***s :
« Alors elle t'excite ma sœur à ce que je vois ! »
Je levais la tête, c'était bien lui, Kévin, le frère de Léa, j'étais mal, très mal...
Ne sachant que faire, j'hochais simplement la tête en signe d'affirmation.
« Je vois... alors là t'as plus vraiment le choix Jean, tu vas venir avec moi ok ? »
« Ok... »
Il valait mieux le suivre.
Kévin était grand, costaud, la peau légèrement bronzée tout comme sa sœur, et des cheveux bruns clairs, ses yeux étaient d'un vert magnifique.
Il m'emmena chez lui, ses parents n'étaient pas là mais on entendait sa sœur crier dans sa jouissance. Il ouvrit une porte et me fit signe de rentrer.
C'était sa chambre, il y avait un grand lit, un bureau avec un ordinateur, des posters de voitures et de belles filles nues.
« Couche toi sur le lit, m'ordonnât il, et met toi à poil que je puisse voir comment est foutu le mec qui bande sur ma sœur... »
Je n'avais pas d'autre solution que d'obéir, je me mis alors nu.
Kévin s'approcha de moi et commença à caresser ma bite, le reste du sperme lui coula sur la main, il s'en enduit le doigt et glissa vers mon trou. Pourquoi n'ai-je donc pas protesté ? Par peur de me faire taper ? Non... Avec le recul, je crois que cette situation m'excitait.
Il enfonça *** doigt dans mon cul, puis se mit à faire des vas et vient. Ma queue devenait de plus en plus raide.
« Mais c'est que ca lui plait à ce pervers ! »
Kevin augmenta la cadence, puis rajouta un doigt, il me branlait l'anus à toute vitesse. Il se déshabilla et je senti *** gland pousser contre ma rondelle.
Je tiens à préciser que je m'étais déjà doigté le cul avant cette expérience, ainsi qu'une fois avec un pote lors de masturbation mutuelle, il avait mit sa bite dans mon cul mais ça c'est une autre histoire.
Il enfonça *** gland, puis sa verge, j'avais mal, mais peu à peu je me laissé envahir par ce gros gourdin.
Enfin il se mit à me piner le trou du cul avec violence.
Je poussais des petits cris.
« Oh oui ! Baise-moi ! Baise-moi ! »
« Elle est bonne ma sœur ? Hein ?! »
« Oui elle me fait bander ! »
« Et ma bite elle est bonne ?! »
« Ouiiiiii !!! »
Mon anus se contracte sur sa bite, et cela le fit jouir instantanément au fond de mon cul.
Je sentais un flot de foutre chaud inonder mon ventre.
Kevin se retira et entrepris de me lécher le fion quand une autre per***ne ordonna :
« Non frangin, lève toi, j'ai envie de m'en occuper »
Léa était appuyée contre la porte, elle contempla mon anus dégoulinant du sperme de Kevin, elle s'approcha de moi, et commença à glisser sa langue dans mon trou...

ma dure vie de prof !


Mais qu'est ce qui m'a pris d'accepter ce poste de prof remplaçant dans ce lycée de jeunes filles!
Toutes ces petites lolitas qui vous jettent au visage leurs nichons bien formés de femmes enfants, leurs cuisses bien pleines, voir plus, comme la jeune Agnès Martinez à ma droite, assise à trois mètres de mon bureau, qui a cet instant même essaie de capter mon attention, et qui y arrive fort bien!!
Je suis souvent assis sur le coin de mon bureau, pour expliquer un devoir, une jambe pendante, ce qui fait ressortir encore plus le paquet que j'ai entre les jambes, est ce ma faute si la nature m'a doté d'un sexe imposant qui déforme ma braguette et fait se retourner les femmes dans la rue.
D'ailleurs, pas plus tard que la semaine dernière, une jeune femme arrive en face de moi sur le trottoir, les yeux fixés sur mon entre jambe avec un sourire en coin, une fois qu'elle m'a croisé je me retourne sur elle en même temps qu'elle le fait elle même! Une demi-heure plus tard sa petite culotte ornait mon tableau de bord tandis que les cuisses écartées sur le siège passager je me préparais à la pilonner
- NON ! Arrête tu es trop gros j'ai mal!
Mon gland crisse dans ses chairs qui ne ***t pas prêtes à recevoir mon engin.
- Trop tard! Faut savoir ce que tu veux! Concentre toi, tu vas mouiller et çà iras mieux
Quelques minutes plus tard c'est elle qui en redemande!
Mais revenons en à la petite perruche qui pourtant est bonne élève, m'aguiche, depuis un moment elle s'amuse assise bien au bord extérieur de *** siège, à balancer à intervalles réguliers *** genou vers le milieu de l'allée ce qui a pour effet de laisser voir la partie la plus étroite de sa culotte rose dont quelques poils châtains dépassent sur les cotés, elle me fixe avec un sourire narquois, comment voulez vous faire correctement un cours!
Mes phrases ***t hachées, je bafouille, les élèves se consultent et se demandent ce qui ne va pas!
- Tout va bien monsieur??
- Comment? Heuuu oui çà va excusez moi!
Heureusement je suis sauvé par la ***nerie qui met fin au cours, les jeunes filent vers la sortie comme des bombes!
- Mademoiselle Martinez veuillez rester s'il vous plaît, j'ai à vous parler ....la gamine rougit seulement l'espace d'un instant et reprend très vite une attitude provocante, nous voilà seuls dans la classe.
- Mademoiselle je ne supporte plus de voir votre fond de culotte, çà me gêne.
- Haaa! Çà vous gêne? Il fallait le dire! De toute façon çà me gêne aussi!
Et sans se démonter elle passe ses mains sous sa jupe à ma grande surprise je vois le bout de tissu rose descendre le long de ses jambes, et d'une main elle le lance sur mon bureau, je n'ai pas le temps de dire ouf qu'elle a déjà disparut!
Hébété je m'assieds à mon bureau, je contemple cette protection de chatte, justement exposée coté doublure en coton, un filet humide tout en longueur indique que la fente de sa jeune moule devait suinter d'excitation.
Comme un automate je m'empare de sa culotte et la porte à mes narines ......quelle merveilleuse odeur de femme ....putain, je bande!
Rapidement je défais ma fermeture pour en extraire difficilement ma queue raide... je me branle, le tissu plaqué sur le nez, tellement excité qu'en deux minutes j'ai atteins le point de non retour, je décharge à gros bouillons ....la seul chose qui me tombe sous la main pour recevoir ces flots de foutre et ne pas tout balancer sur le sol est la petite culotte: elle est rapidement trempée, je frotte mon gland à l'emplacement exact de sa chatte sur le slip
Soudain des pas ré***nent dans le couloir, j'ai à peine le temps de me réajuster que l'on frappe a ma porte....
- Entrez.....

- Heuuu, excusez moi pour tout à l'heure monsieur, je ne sais pas ce qui m'a pris! Mais je voudrais récupérer ma culotte car si maman s'aperçois demain que je n'ai pas mise de culotte à laver je vais me faire tuer!!
- Ha! ...... c'est que ......hé bien .....
- Hé bien?? Elle est là je la vois! Je peux la reprendre??
- Boff, oui va y, après tout .....
- HAAAAA!! Mais qu'est ce c'est .....Elle est toute gluante! Vous avez déchargé dedans ma parole!!
- Chut, pas si fort, je vais t'expliquer...... et puis c'est ta faute après tout!j'ai beau être ton prof, je n'en reste pas moins un homme! à ***** de me montrer ton entre cuisse voilà ce qui arrive .....
- Oui, c'est vrai je reconnais que j'y suis allée un peu fort, bon pour la culotte je vais m'arranger ....rassurez vous çà reste entre nous!!
- Merci petite, bonsoir .....
Le lendemain matin, je suis à mon bureau une demi heure avant l'arrivée des élèves, de nouveau on frappe... C'est encore la petite Martinez......
- Excusez moi de vous déranger monsieur, mais maman voudrait vous rencontrer ... rassurez vous çà n'a pas de rapports avec ' çà' C'est pour me donner quelques cours ....
- HA, bon? pourtant tu suis à merveille! et, quand veut elle me voir??
- Si c'est possible, ce soir vers dix sept heures à la mai***.
- D'accord, j'y serais ......
Toute la journée ça cogite dans ma tête, et si? Et pourquoi? est ce que j'y vais? Et pourtant à l'heure dite je frappe au domicile de la petite Martinez et c'est elle-même qui m'ouvre
- Entrez! Maman n'est pas encore arrivée, je vais vous faire un café pour vous faire patienter, installez vous au salon.
En attendent mon café je tourne en rond dans le salon coquet, soudain, la jeune Agnès fait *** apparition ....vêtue simplement d'une serviette entrelacée sur ses seins, dont le bas cache à peine ses poils, un plateau dans les mains sur lequel ***t déposés les cafés fumants.
Elle me regarde avec ce petit sourire que je reconnais bien ...
- Excusez moi, je me suis préparée pour la douche en attendant que le café passe!
Elle pose le plateau sur la table basse, de fait, sa position en se relevant fait tomber la serviette au sol, elle se redresse entièrement nue à cinquante centimètres de moi .....
- Monsieur ...Georges ... je vous demande pardon pour mon attitude en classe
La voilà qui se met à sangloter... que faire? Je lui prends les épaules, la tenant éloignée de moi, car sa tenue fait monter en moi un début d'érection, ses sanglots s'accentuent, elle donne l'impression de pleurer à chaude larmes ... réel ou chiqué??
- Je suis une vilaine fille trop gâtée, ne m'en veuillez pas.... maman m'élève seule, et je profite de sa bonté
Agnès se colle à moi, la tête sur mon torse, les bras autour de ma taille, elle ne peu ignorer ma queue bandée qui s'est déployée dans mon boxer
- Allez, ressaisis toi, maman va arriver ...
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MICHELLE'S STORY


Michelle looked forward to the upcoming trip with great anticipation. She never traveled with her husband when he went abroad, but this time it seemed safe. Rodney worked for a government agency and a lot of his work involved negotiating with foreign governments. He often put in an American presence so the world would know America was helping third world countries. Rodney was slated to supervise state run elections in one of South Africa's neighboring countries but he decided to setup his home base in Cape Town.

This was the perfect opportunity for Michelle to go with Rodney. She had never been to Africa and the country of South Africa seemed like the perfect place for a vacation. She decided it was best to stay in Cape Town when Rodney ventured outside the country to carry out his international assigned duties. There was only one scary event to endure but she overlooked the possibility of anything bad happening... before their flight landed in Cape Town. Their plane was scheduled to make a short stopover in the neighboring country where Rodney would be working.

Rodney was obliged to meet with some of the ruling government's politicians to finalize his agenda. The country was conducting state run elections and an international committee had assigned Rodney to supervise the voting in the country's capital city. Everything seemed okay to Michelle and Rodney, as they would not be required to leave the airport during the stopover.

The preliminary meeting was scheduled between Rodney and the government's military officer in-charge of election security. The two were to make all security arrangements during the week to ensure Rodney's safety when he visited all the voting stations. Rodney assured Michelle that she had nothing to worry about so she became fairly confident the short stopover was safe. 'After all,' she reasoned, 'what can happen in a public domain like an airport?'

When the couple departed on the Africa trip, Michelle was excited. The plane landed at the airport where Rodney's meeting was to be held and Michelle took her husband's hand when they deplaned. They chatted while walking to the small terminal and everything seemed very normal. Once inside the brightly lit building, each was directed to a separate line to go through a security check. All the security guards were dressed in military uniforms obviously that of the country's ruling junta.




It seemed like a silly formality for the couple to go through security. Michelle wondered why they would have to be checked when Rodney was there merely to attend a meeting. They each took their place at the end of a line but luckily the lines were very short. Only about a dozen people got off the plane and the screening process moved very quickly.

All the guards were tall, extremely well built and very black. When Rodney reached the two guards at his screening station, he was immediately asked to put his briefcase on the x-ray conveyer belt. In typical airport screening fashion, he had to take everything out of his pockets and place his belongings in a container so it all could go through the x-ray machine. Suddenly one guard talked fast and with a concerned tone when Rodney's belongings went through the detector. He even pointed at Rodney's briefcase, as if there was something wrong.

Michelle shuddered when one of the guards in her line guided her to the proper position near the screening table. The man used a tight grip on her elbow and she had the feeling he did it for a reason. "Put coat and bag on table... nothing in pockets," the guard said. She looked at the guard and noticed how he looked her up and down, which gave her a creepy feeling. With a shrug of her shoulders, she obeyed the man putting everything she was carrying on the conveyer belt so it could go through screening.

There was an older lady in front of Michelle and she went through the walk-through metal detectors very quickly. Michelle was happy that the process was quick and easy. That was until she stepped between the archway of the screening detector. It started beeping like crazy and she really didn't understand how that could be. Everything except her clothing was on the conveyer belt so there should have been nothing to set off a metal detector.

The guard grinned widely when the gorgeous white woman stepped through the screeching detector. "Lady... over here. You come here... I do check... for beeping," he said in very good English for anyone in his country. Michelle never saw his thumb moving and covertly pressing a secret button on the hand wand. He wiped the wand up and down her body while actually rubbing against her body with the hand detector. Every time he innocently pressed the stick against her chest or on her legs, Michelle flinched looking at the man trying her best to give him the meanest look.

He grinned at her while acting in an extremely confident manner. "You have something... you hide something?"

Michelle shook her head vehemently. Suddenly a small commotion broke out in the line her husband was in. Everyone's attention was diverted to two of the big, burly guards physically handcuffing Rodney even though he struggled madly. She stared at her husband when he was led away to an interrogation room with another guard carrying his open briefcase. Michelle almost fainted when she saw some small white, plastic packets openly displayed in the case.

The guard using the wand on Michelle suddenly got her attention. "Husband get caught. He smuggle *****... white powder into country... he big trouble," the man whispered making Michelle cry out to Rodney.

Rodney heard his wife shout and he tried to calm her down. "Don't worry, Honey! Someone must have planted it. On the plane... someone must have planted ***** in my briefcase."

Michelle watched her husband, as he was led into an adjourning room. The door slammed shut. Her last vision was Rodney being shoved hard so that he fell into a chair with a guard standing on each side of him.

Before Michelle had a chance to move, a guard put his big, strong hand on her arm. She was led across the large waiting area to another interrogation room and a second guard took her other arm. She felt dwarfed between two big men. The door opened and all she saw was a big desk with a royally dressed man in uniform sitting behind it. Michelle faced the rugged man who stared at her with the most demoralizing glare. Her heart beat so fast that she was positive her chest was going to explode.

The man didn't say a word but merely held the stare for an eternity. He was the obvious leader of the guards and gave off an aura of power and control. "Come in... Please sit. Sit down... We go over the options. Maybe you can save your husband," he said with his voice steady and confident. "You do want to save your husband... don't you?"

Sarge looked at the frightened woman seeing a gorgeous white woman who emitted a most desirable sexual ambiance. It had taken much conniving and scheming but he eventually set up the meeting with Rodney for one purpose. Sarge had assured the president of the country's corrupt junta that he could influence Rodney's report about the upcoming election. They needed Rodney's certification that everything about the election was on the up and up, and Sarge's fake **** bust would ensure they got a favorable report.

Suddenly his plan was not only working perfectly, it was working even better than he ever imagined. Standing in sheer shock and disbelieve in front of him was a golden goddess; a golden goddess to do with as he pleased. His threat to throw her husband in jail for a long, long time was the perfect blackmail to gain control over Michelle. Sarge loved fucking white women, especially the ones who had no choice but to fall under his devious control.

He looked at Michelle noticing the succulent soft curves of her hips and how her legs stretched long and slender. His eyes paused on her chest, which was heaving like mad. He could hardly wait to see her breasts knowing they were ripe and luscious. Michelle was one refined, well-dressed woman, he deduced. Sarge had fucked many white women but never one as beautiful and his charcoal cock stirred when he contemplated the prospect.

Some people in Western society may call his **** and seduction of innocent women wrong and disgusting. Sarge thought and acted like most men in his country. Men in his third world country were considered supreme and Sarge believed he could do anything without repercussions. He had everything going for himself. He was the head military officer in charge of not only airport security but also security in the country's capital city. If all went as planned, soon he would be in charge of all security ****** in the county.

Sarge's obsession for sex with white women began when he visited America. He went there to visit some of his countrymen who had moved to New York and they bragged to him about how some white women loved fucking black men. They told Sarge that it was a taboo that some women found too enticing to resist. From then on, all Sarge dreamed about was screwing prominent white women of foreign dignitaries who visited his country.

Being in charge of airport security, it afforded Sarge the perfect opportunity to screen women so he could pick the ones he most desired. Sarge took his job, as head of security, very seriously, and he viewed the escapades with white visitors as merely a perk of his job. Many of the women he approached started out horrified, even hating him, but that changed after he gained control over them.

Sarge was a master at knowing how to coerce and blackmail a woman until she was completely under his control. He knew how to get a woman fully aroused and loved seeing the looks on their faces when they had sex with their first black man. He treated them like pieces of meat and enjoyed their horrified expressions when he filled them with his black cum. Sarge hoped Michelle was not taking any birth control, as the absolute best scenario was when the woman feared getting pregnant.

Sarge stared at the gorgeous Michelle noting her frightened appearance. "Please... don't be afraid. I'm here to help you," he said. Although he smiled at Michelle, she knew he was deadly serious. She felt totally alone with no friends or anyone around to help her out of the growing despair she felt.

The meancing black man glared at her without blinking or turning away. "Did you know that smuggling ***** into our country can put a man in jail for life?" Sarge held out his hand indicating that Michelle should sit down. Slowly and on legs that could barely move, Michelle walked to the only chair in front of his desk.

Sarge stared at the shivering woman testing her patience. "But you don't have to worry... it can all be forgotten," he whispered, as Michelle shook in fear. "I can forget all about the white powder in your husband's briefcase..."

He stopped mid sentence making Michelle hold her breath waiting for his demands. She knew it was futile to protest or tell the man that it was a setup. Michelle realized that Sarge was the mastermind and it would do no good to plead with him. All the guards were probably in on the ruse so she waited for the price that she would have to pay for Rodney's freedom.

"I will forget all about the smuggling... if we fuck. We have sex... and your husband will be set free," he said with an evil grin. "I have power to free husband."

Michelle's heart stopped and she stared wide-eyed at the chief of security. She suspected something dreadful but this was the absolute worst. Michelle imagined that Sarge might want to see her naked or even feel her up. Suddenly she realized the price of freeing Rodney was extremely high. She felt totally lost and a tear came to her eye when she thought of being ****** into having sex with the evil bastard.

All of a sudden Sarge stood up. He slowly walked around the desk until he stood directly behind Michelle's chair. She dared not look at the man and knew he was looking her up and down. Her heart raced madly while she waited for him to say something. Suddenly she could not resist putting her hand on the top button of her blouse ensuring he could not look down her chest. Sarge stood at her shoulder and she felt his prying eyes trying to look at her boobs.

Suddenly his fingers were on her shoulder and Michelle thought she would die. He lightly ran his fingers down her shoulder and then moved to the other shoulder doing the same thing. "Yes... you can make me forget all about what happened," he whispered giving her hand a sudden push away from her chest. She sat perfectly still when he grabbed the top button of her blouse and pulled the material away from her chest. He held the blouse open enough to see the wonderful cleavage and the pretty lace trim of her bra.

Michelle dearly wanted to vanish. She trembled as the man ogled her womanly treasures but realized she had to say something. "It's wrong... Rodney would never smuggle anything... certainly not *****. Please... you have to believe me," she said hoping to convince Sarge. "Please... please let us go."

She realized her pleas sounded stupid but it was all she managed to say. Sarge grinned watching the gorgeous woman squirm in the chair knowing she would eventually be his willing servant. He loved nothing more than to control a white woman and he always made sure that they knew he was their master. "I gave you a choice," he said keeping his voice low but very stern sounding. "You know what you have to do! It's all up to you... But if you don't want to do it... to save your husband... then go! You're free to go," Sarge said with the devilish grin.

Michelle quickly stood up. She wheeled heading for the door in a rush. Suddenly she stopped, frozen to the spot. 'It was too easy. This evil man wouldn't try to blackmail her and just let her leave,' she reasoned. Michelle stood motionless with her hand on the doorknob and she closed her eyes trying to think.

Time seemed to stand still while her imagination ran wild. Michelle imagined Sarge's control. He threatened to throw her husband in jail but he would relent if she had sex with him. Michelle could not think of any way to save Rodney and she dreaded the thought of letting the evil man have his way with her. She stood paralyzed with her hand gripping the door handle.

Michelle's eyes remained tightly closed. She dreamed that the horrifying ordeal was over and everything had been a hoax. All of a sudden she sensed movement right behind her. Suddenly she felt something hot, like burning breath on the side of her face. She couldn't look but her imagination pictured the tall, black man standing just beside her. There was no doubt that the imaginary figure was Sarge and he merely stood still waiting for her to make a decision.

Suddenly she felt his arm reach in front of her shivering body. She did not move a muscle when his strong fingers closed on her hand, which was still locked on the door handle. Michelle didn't dare open her eyes when her hand was tugged off the handle. Her whole body trembled wildly, as she was swiftly turned around, and pushed hard against the door. With her back flat against the door, the dark, imposing figure moved in front of her.

Michelle felt totally helpless. Slowly and almost too afraid, she opened her eyes. Sarge's face beamed and he seemed to give orders even without speaking. She whimpered and dropped her arms letting them dangle at her sides because that was what she thought he demanded. She merely uttered another pitiful whimper, as Sarge stood inches in front of her bewildered eyes.

Sarge seemed so tall and powerful, and she tilted her head back to look up at him. Her body shivered as his fingers touched her blouse and began unbuttoning the front until it fell wide open. She did her utmost to beg with her eyes pleading for him to leave her alone. Michelle did not try to stop Sarge when he grabbed the two bra cups pulling the flimsy material apart until it ripped. Her eyes fluttered and she could barely look down at her suddenly bare chest. Sarge's big, black hands cupped her boobs pushing them upward, pretending like he was assessing their beauty.

Sarge stared at the luscious breasts marveling at their ripe beauty. "We go... my office is very private. We have sex and I'll forget your husband tried to smuggle *****," he whispered giving Michelle's swollen nipple a little squeeze. "You wise... smart. Your husband not like prison in my country!"

He didn't allow Michelle to button her blouse. He merely took her right hand leading her out of the interrogation room. She desperately used her free hand to hold the front of her blouse closed so nobody could see her nudity. Michelle frantically glanced around the room at all the leering faces. Most were black and all had knowing smiles.

Michelle suddenly saw her husband standing by two guards. His arms were handcuffed and he had a pleading look on his frightened face. Her torn bra cups dangled in her armpits but she managed to prevent anyone from seeing her bare flesh. Michelle had to look away from Rodney because she was too embarrassed and she hoped he wouldn't notice her helter-skelter attire.

Rodney's mouth gaped open in dismay. One of the guards beside him chuckled and could not resist adding to Rodney's anguish. "White sluts... all the same. Can't resist black cock... but you no worry," the guard told Rodney. "Sarge no hurt... only fuck wife. He black stud... you watch slut climax with big, black cock in belly," he said letting out a big laugh.

Rodney felt like hitting the man but resisted knowing it would only make matters worse. "Michelle would never do that... never," he said feeling a sudden wave of doubt flow through his mind. With horror, he watched Sarge and Michelle followed by two large black guards, Emu and Mosi, walk to the far side of the waiting room.

Sarge pulled the hesitant woman down a long hallway to a big office with large double doors. They entered what appeared to be a richly decorated office for a king. The room was huge with big, stuffed sofas around the largest desk Michelle had ever seen. Sarge waved his hand indicating he wanted her to sit on one of the sofas while he proceeded into an adjourning bathroom.

The two guards knew what their leader wanted. They each grabbed one of Michelle's arms escorting her to a sofa where she was ordered to wait while Sarge changed into something more comfortable. She wound up sitting on overly stuffed, sofa cushions and the guards obediently stood at attention waiting for Sarge's return.

Sarge came out of the bathroom wearing a velvet robe, which was loosely tied at the waist, and he slowly walked towards the frightened woman. Michelle stood up before Sarge reached her. She desperately wanted to run and escape any dreaded affair with such a devious man. Her legs vibrated so viciously that it was very hard to remain standing. She stared up at the big man and into his dark, mystic eyes, which seemed to stop her protests.

When his hand came up and reached for her blouse, she merely stopped breathing. Sarge slowly and purposely took his time unbuttoning the garment enjoying the way her body shivered. He thought it was quite amusing that Michelle had re-buttoned the blouse even though her plight was hopeless.

Once the blouse hung open, Sarge grabbed the loose front rotating the material over her shoulders until it fell to the floor behind her. The cool air hit her breasts and Michelle knew what that did to her enlarged nipples. She held her breath, as long as possible, but suddenly her chest started to heave.

Sarge swiftly moved his hands so that his fingers brushed both hard nipples. He grinned at the agony etched on Michelle's pretty face when he skillfully teased her rosebuds without the slightest retaliation. Her arms remained down at her sides and Sarge knew his blackmail had worked magic. He admired the swollen nipples and noticed how her chest heaved every time his daring fingers brushed across the extraordinary buds.

Suddenly filled with the utmost confidence, Sarge went beyond tenderness. "Standstill! Standstill my pet... so Sarge can see what you have to offer. Maybe you aren't sexy enough to buy freedom for husband." She tried hard not to move a muscle knowing she must look silly being only half dressed. Her loosened bra still hung wide open with the empty cups in her armpits. She still wore her skirt and high heels but it felt like nothing with the man's hungry eyes devouring her nakedness.

Michelle obeyed even though she knew what was next. She could not remember her legs shaking so badly or being filled with so much fear. Sarge casually ripped the loosened bra from her torso and he threw it against a large mirror, which decorated one wall. He then moved around her shivering body until he stood directly in front of her. Sarge stared into her eyes seeing a helpless woman. "Take off... strip now!"

************* her hands moved and began the arduous task of complying with his orders. She kept thinking of the dire consequences for Rodney if she did not obey Sarge's disparaging instructions. It did not take long before Michelle was stripped of her dignity. She stood in front of the man allowing his hungry eyes to devour her luscious nakedness.

Michelle was positive she had passed out. All of a sudden she was in Sarge's arms and he was carrying her back to the overstuffed sofa. He sort of tossed her onto the sofa and easily guided her into a sitting position with her feet flat on the floor. Without any warning, Sarge stripped the dressing robe from his body and he stood erect right in front of Michelle.

Her eyes bulged when she saw his hardened length of steel, which stood at a 45-degree angle in front of his charcoal hips. It was not so much the color or the fact the penis was hard that shocked Michelle. It was the fact the penis was so large. "No... oh gawd, no... please no," she moaned hoping for a salvation. "You don't understand... I am... I just can't."

Sarge loved it when his white slaves begged. He liked nothing more than ******* a woman to be extremely dramatic in voicing her fear and trepidation. Sarge imagined himself being totally irresistible and overpowering, which filled him with a rampant confidence. His eyes never left Michelle's agonizing face that looked more appealing and attractive than ever.

"Now you pay... pay for husband freedom. You suck... and make Sarge happy... or else," he whispered. Sarge watched her pretty face twist and her expression turn to one of sheer horror. "You be my white whore... now suck!" Sarge moved forward and he bravely waved his enlarged pecker in front of Michelle's frightened face. All of a sudden he grabbed her head holding it steady while he rubbed his penis all over her flushed cheeks. First one cheek and then the other, making Michelle turn her head trying to avert his demeaning taunting. It felt like heaven to Sarge when her hot mouth engulfed the head of his black cock

Michelle expected him to shove his penis into her mouth so her hand went out to prevent him from ramming it down her throat. She didn't mean to hold his penis, but it was that, or obey his filthy command.

Sarge was in complete control and he saw no need for foreplay or for prolonging the inevitable. "Blowjob. Suck my cock... now! Or get the hell out of my office." He could hear soft whimpering sounds coming from her throat when he thrust his hips forward until his bulging cock touched her lips. Michelle's mouth seemed to open reluctantly but it felt like heaven to Sarge when her hot mouth engulfed the head of his cock.

Michelle's dainty hand looked utterly spectacular around his throbbing pecker. She stroked his rod by moving her hand back and forth while keeping the head buried in her steamy mouth. Sarge dearly wanted to fill her mouth with his burning lava but that was not his objective.

Michelle resigned herself to fulfilling the man's disgusting wishes. She vowed to suck his cock in hopes it would save her from actually having sex with the blackmailer. When he suddenly pulled his throbbing pecker out of her mouth, she was a little disappointed. Sarge slapped her hands down as if demanding that she sit still with her arms at her sides. Then he began rubbing his scorching penis all over her flushed face and even down her neck until he poked each boob with his wet prick.

Sarge purposely coated both nipples with pre-cum and then he ordered Michelle onto her back. "You good slut... now you fuck Sarge," he stated giving her a stern shove backwards. "Lay down like good white slave... and we fuck!"

She knew what was coming. "Please... gawd you can't... please, don't do it," she pleaded. Michelle thought crying might help so she let the tears flow freely. She sobbed and could hardly speak when she begged Sarge, "You just can't... I am not taking anything. Oh gawd... no you can't... I could get pregnant!"

Everything she did merely enraged Sarge making him more aroused than ever. He loved when women begged and loved watching them squirm trying to stay out of his grasp. Michelle was everything he hoped for and hearing her horrifying affirmation that she was fertile was Sarge's momentous gratification.

The sofas inside his office were designed with one thing in mind. They were oversized and perfectly suitable for his devious plans. Michelle was no match for the African guards. The three worked together with Emu and Mosi each pinning one of Michelle's arms above her head so that she was confined flat on her back. She kicked and twisted her hips trying to stop Sarge from getting between her legs but it was hopeless. He easily pushed on the insides of her thighs pushing them wide apart so there was room for his slender hips between her splayed legs.

"Oh no... gawd, not like this... please, oh please," she moaned feeling utterly helpless. "Oh my gawd... please don't do it. Please use something so I don't..."

Sarge loved hearing her beg but he suddenly cut her off midway through her dire appeal. He chuckled at her pleas knowing his blackmail would keep Michelle on her back, as long as he wanted her there. All the women he blackmailed would do anything to keep their husbands out of prison, even go as far as having sex with him knowing they might get pregnant. He watched Michelle squirm and twist her body trying desperately to keep out of his clutches.

All of a sudden Sarge pressed forward. Sarge shifted his upper body and dropped down over Michelle, stretching out until he could hold her arms fully extended over her head. He grabbed her around the wrists allowing Emu and Mosi to let go of her arms. Sarge's dark, rugged face was mere inches above her teary eyes and Michelle could see the man was very determined. Her eyes opened so big it made Michelle appear frightened but even sexier to the three guards.

Michelle's heart began beating much faster. Doom swiftly closed in on her, as she felt completely vulnerable with Sarge laying prone over her nakedness. The large African lay on top of Michelle threatening to take her at any moment. Sarge purposely let his swollen cock press against her tummy and he pushed his hips downward letting her feel every inch of his throbbing black prick.

Emu and Mosi knew exactly what to do and they each held one of Michelle's legs out to the side allowing their boss complete freedom. Michelle began to whimper knowing she was at the mercy of the powerful man. She felt Sarge pushing his oversized penis against her midsection, rolling his hips so that it stabbed her in the belly. Michelle's panic stricken mind fretted over being his prisoner but she could think of no way out of the ominous situation. Reluctantly she resigned herself to the fact Sarge would keep Rodney in jail if she didn't cooperate. Emu and Mosi held her legs wide apart while her hapless husband watched Sarge positioning himself to **** Michelle's fertile pussy with his huge black cock

Sarge lifted his hips. He arched his back enough so that his hard pecker barely touched Michelle and he merely let the head roam over her overheated flesh. Skillfully, he let his hips guide the head over her tummy making sure to graze every spot while leaving a trail of gooey wetness. Then he shifted his torso downward until the head of his pecker slipped between Michelle's widespread legs letting her know the end was near.

Michelle's chest heaved and rolled trying frantically to evade the man. Her breathing was so ragged it seemed she was losing control. Sarge threatened to invade her inner domain but then he pulled back giving her a temporary reprieve. He grinned feeling her body shudder every time he let his penis graze her unprotected opening. It was music to his ears hearing the loud gasps of maddening distress when he teased her.

All of a sudden Sarge accidentally pushed a little too hard. Suddenly the entire head of his enlarged penis got soaked with burning juices. He planned to pull back and continue the intense teasing but the heat was overwhelming. Michelle's cunt was extremely tight and it was so hot that Sarge's chest filled with cavernous desire. He thrust his hips feeling even more intense desire for the quivering woman.

Suddenly he couldn't stop his powerful hips. Sarge drove downwards like a beast. Michelle wanted to scream but she couldn't because her breathing had stopped. She felt the thick meat invade her most private haven knowing it was wrong but still she was unable to fight. The wide head sliced through her cervix with an ease so surprising that Michelle felt completely bewildered. Instead of it being the most humiliating and degrading event of her life, it seemed surreal and her body felt totally alive.

She could not remember holding her breath for such a long time. Michelle kept waiting for the expected pain but all she felt was the most concentrated sensations, which increased her heartbeat to an unbearable rate. Her chest pounded sending ***** rushing throughout her entire body and her temperature rose skyward giving her a fully flushed appearance.

The big, black man was buried to the hilt and the inferno was making his balls swell with buckets of cum. "Now you will have orgasm... show husband what a white whore you are. Feel my black rod in your belly... and cum... cum like a slut," he whispered.

Michelle was confused. 'What the hell did he mean? How could Rodney know what was going on,' she wondered?

"But you said sex... not this. No... Rodney must never know," she said feeling more desperate with each passing second. "No... I won't. Go ahead and have me, you bastard... but I won't do that. Never!"

It was this precise time Sarge waited for with every white woman he blackmailed. The time he became their ultimate master. The time he ****** them to climax while their husbands looked on.

He sensed Michelle was on the brink. He rammed his thick cock in and out a few times before grabbing her roughly by the hair. He reached forward jerking her head sideways. "See... see the mirror? Well your husband is behind that glass... watching. He is going to see orgasm... see you cum on my cock," Sarge whispered holding her head pointed at the two-way mirror. "There is only one way to free your husband!"

His words hung in the air like morning dew. Michelle realized that she not only had to have sex with the disgusting man, but she also had to make him happy.

Sarge let her head drop onto the leather sofa. He reached for her titties grabbing the nipples and squeezing hard. He pulled outward stretching the elastic buds beyond tolerable limits. "Don't you want to save your husband? There is only one way!"

She stared into the dark, stern eyes. The dilemma was profound. Suddenly his lips were moving again. "I will wait... wait for orgasm. Then I will fill your white cunt with black chizz," he whispered bringing an end to her futile struggle. "Fill belly with African cum."

Michelle was delirious and quickly overcome thinking she was doing the right thing. How her hand reached between the sweaty bodies was a mystery. Michelle's fingers slipped down her chest tracing a path across the soft under swell of her boobs to her tummy, which was quivering madly. Her hand seemed to belong to a stranger who moved her fingers with a passionate fervor over her heated flesh. She squirmed wildly seemingly trying to evade the self-gratifying caresses, but there was no escape.

The most profound moment of truth shocked Michelle back to reality. Her damning hand slipped downward between the two bodies and over the ticklish indent of her bellybutton. Her tummy jumped in reaction to the tender caresses and that was followed by a shocking gasp when her fingers dropped to caress her raised pelvis. Sarge realized what was happening and he arched his back raising his upper torso above Michelle. He stared at the reflection of naked bodies in the big two-way mirror with a feeling of immense pride and satisfaction.

Michelle was utterly astounded by her brazen immorality when her skilled fingers dipped into the valley of desire. She separated the puffy labia to expose her throbbing control button and it made her blush with immense shame. When she pinched the throbbing clitoris, her heart almost came out of her chest. She could feel the thick, black meat stretching her honey hole and she did the unthinkable. Her fingers rolled the tiny clit back and forth so vigorously that her hips rocked out of control. It was the most humiliating event of her life but Michelle reasoned it was the only way to save her husband.

Rodney stared at the utterly raunchy scene. His wife was always overly dramatic when she climaxed and it was very apparent Michelle was in the midst of an earth-shattering orgasm. Her face was contorted with profound lust. Her fingers were moving so fast he could only imagine what it did to her precious clitoris. His faithful wife was creaming with a big, black penis buried deep inside her womanhood.

Sarge was a master of deception. He arched his back and slapped Michelle's titties making sure to strike her swollen nipples each time. The burning inferno tightened around his enlarged pecker and he used constant pumping to end Michelle's spectacular downfall. The conquest was beyond Sarge's expectations and he imagined the husband witnessing his wife's ultimate demise.

Sarge was at his best when he released his demons. He uttered loud grunting sounds with each powerful thrust, as his lance cut through Michelle's inner being. Every time he inserted the flared head of his bulging penis into virgin territory, he jettisoned molten lava into the deepest reaches of her womb. Sarge put his dark hands on the sides of her hips pulling hard each time he thrust downward with his hips.

All of a sudden Rodney realized the guard next to him was talking. "She his white whore... she hot bitch. You wait... Enu and Mosi next," he said making Rodney shudder. "You watch... see wife get fucked by many black cock."

Rodney was distraught by the revelation. He watched his darling wife's body squirm and thrust with the African's cock still embedded in her snatch. There was no doubt she had experienced a violent orgasm matching the one Sarge was going through. As the big man's hips slowly came to a stop, Rodney's eyes opened wide in trepidation. The two guards standing next to the sofa were taking off their clothes. It took mere moments until they stood proud and stately beside the unknowing woman.

Michelle thought her turmoil was over. Suddenly she saw a naked man out of the corner of her eye. To make matters worse, the guard fisted his oversized cock making sure it was hard as steel. She watched the foreskin flow back and forth over the bulbous head like a well-oiled machine. A quantity of clear fluid squirted from the slit at the end of the black penis and Michelle realized the blackmail wasn't finished. These evil blackmailing guards were going to use and ***** her and there was nothing she could do to prevent it.

The three guards wanted her to struggle and protest. Sarge encouraged Michelle to fight and he allowed her legs to flail wildly, as she tried to stop Emu from getting between them. Sarge didn't hold her down or stop her from sitting up. He merely prevented her from getting off the sofa by pushing and prodding her so that she remained spread out on the leather cushions.

Suddenly Sarge ordered Mosi to assist him. Each held one of Michelle's legs until she was spread wide again allowing Emu complete freedom. The guard rolled onto the sofa and between her splayed legs bringing a scream of protest from the overpowered wife.

Rodney put his hands on the glass pretending that he wanted to help his wife. The guard standing beside him was enjoying the erotic display and he wanted to make the husband suffer. "Not worry... only fuck... not hurt wife," the guard whispered. They watched as Emu fisted his pecker and slapped Michelle's white flesh all over. First he left a wet trail across Michelle's flat belly before slapping her raised pelvis.

Sarge was now free to carry out more depraved chastisement. He reached across his desk flicking a switch to allow sound into the secret room so the husband could hear. "Emu see cunt... pretty white cunt," Emu said knowing what his boss expected him to do. "Emu stick prick in ... fuck white slut," the guard whispered shaking Rodney to the core. The husband watched in horror, as his wife's turmoil continued with a second guard mounting her naked body.

Michelle felt the head of the massive pecker spreading her labia wide until he could ravage the puffy clitoris. Emu crushed the tender bud before slipping the wide head inside the hot opening. Amazingly, Michelle felt his cock slide into her cavity without the slightest bit of pain. Sarge had taken care of any required stretching and his semen lubricated her smooth, heated channel.

Instantly the heat of her pussy overwhelmed the big African. He rammed his big cock to the hilt pounding Michelle's ass deep into the plush cushions. Emu marveled his reward for working with the unscrupulous Sarge. He grinned wide and desperately clung to his last shred of stamina. It sent shivers through the spectators seeing his body covered with sweat, which made his muscles stand out prominently all over his body. He appeared like Zeus, as Rodney watched the powerfully built African ravage his innocent wife.

Emu quickly developed a smooth rhythm with his desire soaring sky-high. Michelle thought he had limited stamina but she was sorely wrong. The African pumped in and out of her precious honey hole like a madman enjoying the ride of his life. Emu arched his back and grabbed both of Michelle's arms holding them stretched out to the sides. He straightened his arms so that his upper body hovered over his precious, white slave, which gave everyone a perfect view of Michelle's luscious body.

Sarge grinned when he shifted so he could get close to Michelle. He put his mouth next to her ear and whispered. "You good white ass... hubby like seeing his wife fuck... fuck big Blackman." Sarge put his fingers in her hair and yanked so that her head faced the reflective glass. "Husband watch wife fuck... you save his sorry ass when you fuck Emu. You cum ... again ... and make Sarge happy."

Michelle's eyes opened wide when she stared at the uncanny reflections. She stared into the mirror knowing she was looking into Rodney's eyes. Michelle imagined her husband on the other side of the glass watching her demise but she didn't know how to fight the mean, dominant Sarge. She didn't know how to show Rodney that she was being ****** and suddenly realized she couldn't fool any of the men.

It seemed that every time she acted worried or distraught, she conveyed sheer passion and desire. All of a sudden a spasm shot through her insides, and then another more powerful than the first. She could only imagine what it looked like from the other side of the mirror. Suddenly Sarge nibbled on her ear, which resulted in another spasm so strong it rocked her fragile confidence.

Sarge kept his mouth at her ear. "You very sexy... you like black cock... don't you?" He kept her face pointed directly at the mirror so she couldn't hide her despair. "You pay. The price for husband's freedom is... one more orgasm. You cum or else Sarge fuck ass... fuck ass with his big... black... cock!"

If she could disappear, Michelle would have at that moment. Although she stared at her imaginary husband wanting to fight and struggle with all her might, time stopped for the distraught woman. She could only imagine what it looked like being a captive to the two Africans. Emu hovered over her body with his black cock deep inside her precious opening, as he held her arms fully outstretched to her sides.

Sarge held her head turned directly at the mirror, as he whispered orders in her ear. "You do it... do it... now!" Sarge said a split second before biting down hard. His teeth bit into Michelle's tender ear bringing about instant pain. She screamed but Sarge merely bit harder. He bit just hard enough to break the skin and her ***** was like an intoxicating **** to his crazed mind.

He yelled through his clinched teeth. "That's it... move cunt... fuck Emu's black cock. You fuck Emu... put black cock in belly... fuck Emu!"

The pain was gone but not the screaming agony. But now it was the agony of lust, which quickly robbed her sanity. Sarge had broken her spirit. "No... no, gawd no... Oh gawd I can't stop," Michelle moaned. Sarge bit harder but there was no more pain, only the agony of a woman surrendering her soul. Her voice was loud and shook Rodney to the core. "Fuck... fuck me you bastard. Fuck me with your big cock... so fucking big. Oh gawd, so deep... inside... I can't stop, I caaaaan't."

Her stomach went into convulsion, as she succumbed to the African police officer. Suddenly it didn't matter anymore. "Oh my gawd... I'm cuuumming... cuuumming," she yelled at Sarge. Her mind was consumed by pure, unadulterated sex. No love or no tender emotions. There was only pure ****** lust.

He twisted her head to keep her face pointed at the mirror. "Tell Sarge what you are."

She didn't hesitate. "I'm your white woman... oh gawd... your white cunt. Take me you black bastard!" The only thing she cared about was satisfying her raging desire and her body went out of control. Her world consisted of only one thing. A big, black cock buried deep inside her womanly being. "Fuck me... fuck me you... you... you cocksucker!"

Sarge wanted her to beg even more and for some profound reason Michelle complied. He thrust his big hand under her thrashing torso, which was driving up at Emu, until he wormed his way to her squirming rear end. Sarge fondled her ass threatening to shove his fingers between her vulnerable butt cheeks, which Michelle desperately tried to squeeze together.

"You cum... or next Sarge will fuck ass. Use big cock on your white ass and show husband... wife is slut."

What else could she do? Michelle's gorgeous face was etched with pure agony, which looked exactly like pure ecstasy to Rodney. She was no longer a wife... a ******... an upstanding member of the community. Michelle was a hussy, a jezebel, and a wanton slut who was suddenly filled with profound lust. She couldn't stop her hips thrusting madly at Emu. She hated the man. There was no love or tenderness. There was nothing but sheer hatred and raging lust.

Her body belonged to an African. Michelle could not fathom any orgasm lasting forever but she thought the earthquake of desire would never end. The bastard beside her shoved his vulgar finger into the crack of her ass threatening to invade her last sanctuary. Sarge laughed out loud at her desperate measures, as she tried not to succumb to his dastardly demands.

Emu fucked her precious honey hole like there was no tomorrow. There were three overpowering guards and Michelle was their slave. The intense convulsions consumed every bit of her sanity and she rode the erotic roller coaster at breakneck speed. Her orgasm climbed to the highest peak and she opened her eyes wide realizing how far she had risen. Spasms and quakes erupted in her epicenter, as she teetered on the crest just before letting go.

Sarge had never witnessed such untamed passion. He felt the muscles of Michelle's butt cheeks tighten knowing she was in the midst of a violent climax. The blackmail had worked to perfection and he was extremely satisfied. Sarge kept up a verbal triad whispering in Michelle's ear ensuring she was conscious of her husband watching her ultimate demise.

The roller coaster was already on the downward tracks when Emu let go. He arched his back, as much as possible, and then rammed his swollen pecker, balls deep, with a savage thrust of his strong hips. Again and again he drove his hips into her crotch and every time he did, he jettisoned a stream of torrid lava in her deepest regions. The intense heat inflamed her mind with a fiery lust that Michelle had only dreamed about. She didn't understand how something so wicked and morally wrong could make her lose control?

She lapsed into an *********** state from utter exhaustion when Emu was finished ravaging her body. Sarge let her go and Michelle collapsed on the soft sofa cushions with her eyes closed. How the remaining guard got his pecker into Michelle's hand was a mystery. All of a sudden, she opened her eyes to Mosi's enlarged manhood, which was moving back and forth through her small fists. Somehow Michelle was ****** into a seated position with Mosi standing at the edge of the sofa right in front of her. She had both of her hands on his cock and her fingers were tightly wrapped around the thick shaft. The cock was so hard that she could feel the ***** surging through the swollen veins, which sent a shiver through her whole body.

Michelle would always ask why she did it? She aimed the bulbous head at her chest expecting Mosi to climax. Michelle was not disappointed when Mosi spewed cum like a raging gusher. Her eyes grew bigger watching the thick, white jets of cum shot all over her boobs. It was like a lust-consuming dream when she fisted Mosi's cock with perfect fluidity. She aimed the white cream flying from the dark, black penis so that it landed on her titties until each was coated with running streams of African cum.

Michelle wondered if the man had an endless reservoir. Every time she pumped Mosi's throbbing cock, he shot more cum at her. Nearing what she reasoned had to be the end of his orgasm, Michelle was positive someone's hand pushed her head forward. All of a sudden the pulsating cock touched her lips, and then pushed between them. Michelle fully realized it would be easy for her to jerk the spewing cock to the side and out of her mouth, but she didn't do it. Suddenly she felt her mouth filled with cum just before swallowing. Michelle deemed it was either cooperate or *********. She willingly drank the African cum acting more like an obedient white slave than a refined woman of the Western world.

All Michelle worried about was trying to explain things to Rodney. She reasoned that her actions during the traumatizing ordeal surely would have upset him. Rodney watched Sarge and his two cohorts slowly gather around his naked wife. They ****** Michelle to her feet so that she stood in the middle of the three guards. She appeared almost like a white goddess to Sarge and he vowed to ***** her husband to bring Michelle when he returned on Monday for the scheduled vote monitoring. With that in mind, he planned one more *********** before setting the couple free. Sarge peered directly into the mirror and he motioned at his two subordinate guards who were in the room with Rodney.

Rodney didn't know what to think when he saw Sarge waving into the glass. It didn't take him long to understand that his mortifying affair was not over. All of a sudden the two guards who were guarding him left the room and Rodney's eyes opened in horror when they suddenly appeared in Sarge's office prison. It took a blink of an eye before the two guards were stripped naked and then Sarge shoved his hostage to the newcomers. Michelle stumbled or tripped but she didn't fall as four strong hands caught her. The newcomers easily guided her flailing body over to a sofa where they ****** her onto her back.

Rodney wasn't even conscious that he was alone in the room. He was only aware of his lovely, devoted wife being raped by two more black men. He felt totally helpless watching the dire scene unfold. Michelle struggled but she was no match for the two determined lust-ridden men. She appeared like a rag doll when the first guard mounted her. Rodney watched the man rub his big pecker over her lustrous flesh until he was ready. Rodney held his breath when the man put the flared head of his black rod at the entrance to the pearly gates. He didn't start breathing again until the man was in full rhythm driving his massive cock in and out of his wife's precious hole.

There was nothing he could do so Rodney merely watched. The guard was overly dramatic when he finally reached the end of his long-lasting stamina. Rodney watched him empty his load of African cum into his wife who had ceased fighting the man. Rodney was more amazed than shocked at his own response. His hand was on his crotch feeling something that should not be happening under such dire circumstances.

Rodney's cock was harder than ever and he realized Michelle's turmoil had one more chapter before it was over. The last guard stood beside the copulating pair stroking his enlarged cock. It was obvious he was waiting for his turn at the sexy, white goddess.

Rodney has seen enough to drain his stamina. The front of his shorts were getting wetter and wetter. He knew enough not to touch himself but somehow he lost patience. He rubbed his crotch and made sure to push hard on the head of his cock until he felt it pulsating like mad. Suddenly the last big black man rolled on top of Michelle without any regard for her trodden emotions. Rodney had no idea of the hell his wife would endure when the last guard fucked her.

Sarge moved in close to Michelle until he could whisper in her ear. "Husband almost free man... but... but you have to do one more thing," he whispered. Sarge wrapped his fingers through her wet, curly hair and turned her head so she could look at her reflection. "He watching... watching to see his slut do it one more time. You will orgasm again... or else husband not free man!"

Tears ran from her eyes but it appeared like lost passion to onlookers. Michelle cried knowing she had lost every battle to Sarge and now she must surrender one more time. She could see the image of sharply contrasting bodies. Her vivid reflection looked small and overpowered while the man's looked large and intimidating. The guard could see what was happening with his leader humiliating the woman. He held his hips skyward letting everyone get a good picture show. His big cock hovered barely over the distraught woman.

Rodney's eyes budged at the sight of the large cock that looked like it would destroy any delicate woman. The guard acted in dramatic slow-motion. He placed the tip of his cock at the entrance of Michelle's cunt and waited. He gave everyone time to reflect on what was going to happen. When he thrust his powerful hips just enough to sink the head of his cock into the passion pit, it brought a mixture of groans and moans. Michelle uttered the loudest moan but her eyes never left the mirror. Her husband was beyond the glass and he was going to see her paltry demise even though she knew better.

The heat was more intense than the guard imagined. He gave another thrust sinking more inches of his cock into the fiery hole. Again he paused and all could see there was still space between the black and white. The guard stared into the mirror and suddenly he rammed his hips downward with all his might. All the air came out of Michelle's lungs but she did not need air at the precise moment. She held her breath while the guard began pumping his hips up and down in ravaging fashion.

All of a sudden Sarge was demanding again. "Do it... do it to save husband. You make Sarge happy when you have orgasm," he whispered knowing Rodney was oblivious to his secret taunting. "And I will know if you fake... so you no fake... or husband stay in jail!"

The roller coaster started the rampant voyage again and Michelle jumped onboard. Her emotions rose along with Sarge's orders and she found it impossible to fight the commanding man. When her hips began thrusting up at the invader, she resigned herself to the fact she was a pawn in black magic. Sarge pulled hard on her hair but ****** her face to stay pointed at the mirror. She was unaware that her legs were splayed and bent with her knees high enough to hug the guard's hips.

Rodney saw it all. The sight of two ******* going through untamed fervor and it was too much for him. He cupped the end of his prick squeezing hard on the throbbing head. Even knowing there would be immense regret for losing control to self-gratification, Rodney soaked his already wet shorts. It was probably the most embarrassing moment of his life and one he vowed to keep secret, if possible.

The aftermath of the orgy lasted for an eternity. The whole affair had far surpassed anything Sarge hoped for and he guaranteed it would not be the last. Once all the guards were dressed in their uniforms, Sarge allowed Michelle freedom to get dressed. Relieved that the ordeal was finally over, she quickly donned her clothes.

When they all exited the office, Sarge gave more orders. "Emu! You take our visitor to waiting room. Mosi! Get husband and bring to my office. We have our meeting... now," he ordered. "I guess he not smuggle *****... someone must have planted ***** in briefcase." Sarge smiled a warm, pleasant smile sending a shiver of doubt through Michelle. As much as she despised the man, Michelle found it hard to hate him when he kept his word. It had been a most dreadful tormenting but at least they were both safe.

Mosi followed his boss's orders and he quickly brought Rodney to his office. "Please come in... sit," Sarge said, as his hand waved at a chair in front of his extra-large desk. "You lucky... not want to spend time in my jail. It not good for white man."

Rodney readily agreed and he stared at Sarge trying hard not to convey too much hatred. He was filled with great apprehension thinking about how he would get even. Rodney vowed to file a complaint with the international committee about the treatment he and Michelle endured while with the unscrupulous Security officer. He desperately wanted to get out of the country and get his wife away from the evil man's clutches.

The two men sat quietly for a brief moment, and then Sarge spoke. "Now we arrange your visit for election. On Monday... voting start at 9:00. I take you to voting stations.... you see all procedures done right."

Rodney listened and tried hard to concentrate on what Sarge was saying. He felt sort of intimidated sitting across from the powerful head of security while Mosi remained standing near the door. Mosi was an imposing figure dressed in full uniform, which included a firearm strapped to his side, and it appeared to Rodney like the guard was actually blocking the exit.

Sarge and Rodney discussed how they would conduct voting day and the days after the election. The international committee had scheduled Rodney to be in the country for five to six days depending on the outcome of the voting. He was the international delegate assigned to the capital city but he also had to visit some of the outlying areas. It was his job to ensure all voting procedures were carried out properly and according to international protocol.

All the details were worked out fairly quickly between the two men. Rodney was extremely relieved when it was time to leave but he got the shock of his life when he stood up. He watched Sarge lean to his right and flick the intercom button. "Emu! Take our beautiful guest to my place. My wife... is expecting a guest and will take care of her," Sarge said holding Rodney's stare daring the man to do something.

Sarge let go of the intercom button and spoke directly to a shivering Rodney. "No need for you to go to Cape Town. I have plenty of room at my house for your wife. You can stay in the luxury suite at the best hotel in the city." Sarge wanted to make his point so that Rodney understood how hopeless his situation had become. "I have recorded everything... everything you watched," Sarge whispered while waving a DVD case in front of Rodney's bewildered eyes.

"The international committee would not think kindly of your wife taking advantage of our hospitality. After all... you are a trusted representative. You come from a civilized country... and come to our uncivilized city taking advantage of our trust?" He spoke with a questioning tone challenging Rodney to defy his demands.

Rodney's legs almost gave out. He wondered how he could refuse the man's request without putting himself or Michelle in more jeopardy? Rodney pondered opposing Sarge's demands but suddenly he sighed, resigning himself to the fact Sarge had won. All the arguments he thought of seemed senseless. If indeed the DVD contained all the sexually explicit particulars that happened during the interrogation, nobody would believe Michelle was not a willing participant. There were times he even believed his wife acted overly enthusiastic with Sarge and his security guards.

Rodney surprised himself when he spoke. Even though his plight seemed futile, he gave one last try for a salvation. "I... I," Rodney stuttered not sure how to tell Sarge that his wife had other plans. "I'm really sorry... but Michelle has plans to do some sightseeing. She has already made arrangements to travel all around Cape Town on a tour."

"What are plans... but arrangements to be broken? She will be safe at my residence. You not worry... besides, Emu is already taking her there," Sarge said with a most confident smile on his dark, rugged face. Sarge waved the DVD case again when he spoke. "Who will people believe?"

He couldn't resist taunting his guest. "All that went on in office this afternoon... has been recorded. I have evidence of your wife seducing my guards," he said. "Also... I have evidence of you when you smuggle ***** into my country."

Rodney felt like yelling at him to say that his claims were entirely bogus and false. He fully realized the perilous position Sarge had put him in, thereby giving him no choice, but to comply with the frightening demands. Rodney struggled to accept his cruel fate realizing the man was in complete control. He tried not to imagine his precious wife spending the entire weekend in a stranger's house without anyone around to ensure her safety. Suddenly Rodney wondered if it was her safety that concerned him or was it her purity?

Sarge was relentless. "Not worry. I took the liberty to notify the international committee of your change of plans," he said handing Rodney a copy of his notification to the committee. Rodney stared at the document having a hard time focusing on the small print.

All of a sudden he noticed the time Sarge sent the notification. In bold, black print was 1530 hours, which meant Sarge had sent the message before their plane even landed in the country. Suddenly Rodney realized the man was fully capable of anything and that Sarge was shrewd and extremely manipulative.

Sarge smiled at his hapless guest, secure in the knowledge that the junta would reward him richly for securing Rodney's certification that the elections were properly carried out. What Sarge hadn't expected was Michelle being such an extraordinary woman, which turned out to be a fantastic bonus.

Rodney would never forget Sarge's parting words. "I never met white woman who fuck like that. Your wife... she squirms on big black cocks, no? She make good Blackman whore." Sarge leaned forward grinning broadly at the hapless husband. "You no worry. We not hurt her... just fuck her," he whispered in a sure, steady voice. "Whore likes big black cock. Whore wants belly full of black cum." Sarge patted his belly and roared, "Sarge can hardly wait for her belly to swell... Sarge love getting white woman pregnant!"

The hair stood up on the back of Rodney's head hearing the man laugh out loud. He could not deny what he saw when his wife was with Sarge. There was no doubt in Rodney's mind that Michelle had climaxed during the seedy affair or that she stopped fighting after an initial struggle. Rodney contemplated Michelle's fidelity over the weekend with Sarge in control of her destiny

All of a sudden he was shocked out of his daydream by Sarge's voice. "You go with Mosi. He take you to hotel. I send car for you tomorrow night... you come my place for dinner."

The man's bold statements stunned Rodney. Before he could react or respond to Sarge, Rodney found himself being led outside by Mosi who went directly to a waiting limousine. When the back door opened, the guard commanded Rodney into the backseat with a wave of his hand.

Rodney was distraught with the numerous possibilities of what Michelle would be made to do during the next 24 hours. He would be ****** to endure that many hours of misery without knowing what was happening to his lovely wife. Rodney contemplated Michelle's fidelity over the weekend with Sarge in control of her destiny. He slumped into the backseat, dejected and worried by the most vivid visualizations of his wife being manhandled, perhaps even willingly, by the domineering African.

To continue...

Michelle's life was in turmoil and she prayed that her husband was okay.� Sarge's henchmen had taken Rodney to a hotel and he was ordered to remain there until Sarge sent for him.� The officer's orders had sent a shiver of fear down Michelle's spine.� "Emu!� Take our beautiful guest to my compound.� My wife is expecting a guest... she will take good care of her," Sarge had said over the building's intercom.



Michelle couldn't believe her husband would allow such a thing but then she realized Rodney really didn't have any choice.� Emu was ecstatic that the gorgeous, white woman was staying.� "I take you to Sarge's home.� You stay there... until you free to go.� Sarge come soon... then we go his house.� Mosi take husband to hotel... he stay there," the guard informed Michelle.



� "Rodney... I send car for you tomorrow night.� You come my home for dinner... a dinner party I am throwing for my superior," he said making sure his voice was loud and clear.� "Your charming wife will stay in my mansion... for the next while.� Until all the election details are finished... and our junta is duly elected by the people."



Michelle could hear Sarge laughing at this redundant humor but she found nothing funny about his bold statements.� The ruling junta was the only political party running in the election and it was a foregone conclusion that they would win.� Just before the big, commanding Emu took her arm in an effort to get Michelle out of the offices and into the limo, she heard Sarge's gruff voice again.� "Your gorgeous wife needs a holiday... and I plan to see that she gets it.� Yes... she gets it good... I want my black cock in her belly so that she has my baby!"



Michelle heard her husband make some feeble excuses that she could not stay in the country.� Suddenly Sarge's revelations stunned her.� "I have recorded everything... everything your wife did.� The international committee would not think kindly of your wife taking advantage of our hospitality," he said.� "I never met white woman who fuck like that.� Your wife... she squirms on big, black cocks, no?� She make good Blackman whore."



Her whole body quivered at the disgusting man's revelations.� "We not hurt her... just fuck her.� Whore likes big, black cock," Sarge said knowing Michelle could overhear.� "Sarge can hardly wait for her belly to swell... Sarge love getting white woman pregnant!"



Michelle didn't know whether to cry or laugh at the outlandish allegations.� "After all, Rodney... you are a trusted government representative... and she took advantage of our trust."� Sarge made it sound like everything was her fault and that Michelle had instigated the sexual affair.� "I have evidence of your wife seducing my guards... also evidence of you... when you smuggle ***** into my country."



She was totally distraught but there didn't seem to be any way out of the disparaging situation.� Michelle thought back to their arrival in the airport where Sarge was the chief security officer.� That seemed like eons ago and so much had happened since then.� From the moment she and Rodney stepped off the airplane, they had a target on their backs.� Sarge managed to use a devious scheme to gain full control over the couple.� He secretly recorded everything that happened during the long, painful interrogations and then used the trumped-up incriminating evidence to blackmail the couple.



Rodney's long, spotless career would be finished if his government found out about Sarge's allegations that he tried to smuggle ***** into the country.� Of course the aggregations were groundless but they still cast suspicion on Rodney's unblemished record.� Everything seemed to snowball once Michelle was taken into Sarge's interrogation room and before Rodney could put a stop to it, his innocent wife was under Sarge's complete control.



Suddenly Rodney found himself led outside by Mosi to a waiting limo and Michelle wound up in the backseat of another limousine with Sarge sitting beside her.� She realized now the African trip with her husband had been a dire mistake, but it was much too late to go back in time.� Rodney was distraught with the numerous possibilities of what Michelle would be ****** to endure during the next 24 hours.� It would be utter misery suffering that many hours not knowing what would be happening to his wife.



Rodney contemplated the possibility of Michelle's fidelity over the weekend with Sarge in control of her destiny.� He slumped into the backseat, dejected and worried by the most vivid visualization of his wife being manhandled by the domineering African. Most troubling were the vivid images of her trusting back at her *******, as if she was enjoying it. The hotel was only a short distance from the airport and it didn't take Rodney long to get settled into the plush, yet restrictive surroundings.

Emu drove the limo into Sarge's long, curved driveway and stopped in front of the sprawling residence of his superior.� The house would have been considered stately even by American standards.� Emu quickly got out of the driver's seat and went around the car to open the back door.� Sarge exited the limo and he turned around putting his hand out to assist his beautiful guest.� "Come my dear... you will meet my family."



It sounded more like an order than a request.� Michelle slowly took the outstretched hand.� She reluctantly got out of the car knowing the world, as she knew it, had ended.� She had to ***** her legs to work properly and followed the uniformed officer into a large vestibule.� They were met by a group of women who were of all ages and ******** ranging in age from early to mid teens.



"Zelda, my wife, will show you to a room.� Please make yourself at home... you'll be here a few days," Sarge said.� "Tonight we rest... tomorrow, we have celebration."



Before Michelle could do anything, Sarge's wife grabbed her hand.� Zelda was a very strong woman and she had little difficulty coaxing Michelle to follow her.� The woman led the way up a big set of stairs and into a large bedroom before Michelle knew what happened.� "They bad... Sarge and his rotten men... they bad.� Come!� It is late.� Take off... we bathe," Zelda said.



Michelle's mouth hung open.� She was utterly amazed that Zelda could speak English so well but then she assumed the woman came from nobility.� Michelle looked around the vast room and she noticed the posh surroundings.� There were two beds against one wall and still plenty of room for a large dresser and a couple of nightstands.� The big beds were richly decorated and the furniture was of the highest quality.



Across the room was the largest bathroom she had ever seen.� It was a wide-open design with plush carpet and two steps leading up to the elevated area.� There was a large vanity with wall-to-wall mirrors giving the area a marvelous affect.� Gleaming white tile covered the bathroom floor making the room look neat and sparkling clean.� There were two marble sinks and a large walk-in tub obviously for bathing, which looked like it could hold many people.� The tub was at floor level and the water had steam drifting off the surface, radiating a most welcoming appearance.



Michelle looked through an open doorway into what appeared to be a small room where a per*** could have privacy for those more per***al, bodily functions.� She was suddenly overwhelmed by the luxurious amenities and with the thought of a relaxing hot bath seeming like the perfect solution to her vexing dilemma.�



Zelda was extremely proud of her lavish home.� Sarge's high ranking in the ruling junta afforded his family many luxuries and Zelda felt very privileged.� She stood beside Michelle waiting for the woman to get familiar with the surroundings.� "We bathe.� You have long day... need to relax," she whispered taking Michelle's arm.� "I help... I bathe with you and we relax... soak in nice hot water."



Zelda pulled Michelle across the wide room and cautioned her to remove her shoes before stepping on the slippery tile floor.� Then they entered the tub area where Zelda quickly stripped off all of her brightly colored clothes.� She left them crumpled on the floor and turned to face Michelle.� Before Michelle could stop the woman, Zelda's hands were all over her body undoing and unfastening her clothes.� Michelle felt it was better to become a welcomed guest in the woman's home, and she reluctantly allowed Zelda to strip most of her clothing.



When Zelda spoke candidly and sort of matter-of-factly, Michelle felt embarrassed.� "Nice... Sarge like big ones.� He like titties like that," Zelda said.� "Come... I wash.� You relax... let me wash beautiful body."



Michelle was dumbstruck by Zelda's revelations and demands.� She couldn't think of any way to avoid getting into the tub with her and halfheartedly finished removing her last garments.� Then she took a closer look at the woman.� Zelda was slightly taller than she was and the woman's body was slender.� She appeared in great physical shape with long, muscular legs and a fairly slim waist even though she was a ****** of four ********.



Michelle couldn't help but glance at Zelda's chest, which was engraved with a striking tattoo.� Her boobs were small with a little sag and the black tattoo seemed to be a raised etching of some African symbol.� The drawing blended into Zelda's dark skin and covered the top portion of her left tit rising almost up to her shoulder.� Michelle quickly diverted her eyes not wanting to give the impression she was staring at the woman.



Zelda quickly jumped into the tub and put out her hand in an inviting fashion towards her guest.� Michelle slowly approached the edge of the tub and she gingerly stepped into the hot water.� It felt consuming and Michelle immediately sensed the weight of despair leave her entire body, as she sat down.� She couldn't do a thing and Zelda insisted on washing and cleansing her all over.� It was a strange feeling to have someone touch her in places that had sexual connotations, but Zelda didn't seem to have any intention of starting any lovemaking.



Zelda scrubbed Michelle's chest and upper body including her breasts.� When the woman scrubbed her boobs and nipples, Michelle felt embarrassed when they stiffened, but Zelda didn't seem to pay attention to the hardened buds.� It was strange for Michelle to have someone touch and fondle her without it becoming sexual or erotic.



Suddenly the woman waved her hand at Michelle's shaved pelvis.� She marveled at how beautiful it looked for a woman to do such an uncommon thing.� "Pussy look very attractive... You do it for husband?" Zelda asked.



Michelle didn't know what to say so she merely nodded her head while giving a swift response.� "Yes.� Rodney likes me clean... and shaven."



"I do it... surprise Sarge," Zelda said cheerfully.� Her bush rivaled a dense forest and she vowed to try shaving it so she could see the surprised look on her husband's face.� "Tomorrow... you help?"



All of a sudden Michelle was immensely mortified when Zelda's ******** rushed into the room.� Although it was not common for parents in America to let their ******** see them naked, the custom was obviously different here.� Michelle tried in vain to cover herself with her hands, as the giggling kids peeked at her.� Zelda was holding the only washcloth and all the towels were ten feet away so Michelle tried to stay under the water.



There were three girls and one boy in the group and they kept staring at the naked white woman.� It was not only because of her unusual beauty but also the kids had only seen black men and women naked.� They giggled and whispered to each other, but never took their eyes from Michelle's suggestive body, which was only slightly concealed by the bath water.



� She merely yelled at the kids to be quiet and stop acting so *********** Michelle didn't know what to do and she waited for the woman to give her something to wear.� Suddenly one of the girls who appeared to be in her early teens came right up to Michelle.� She spoke in her native tongue but it was obvious the girl wanted Michelle to get out of the tub.



There was a soft, padded stool beside the tub and the girl pointed to it.� Then her ****** spoke.� "Ayira will put lotion on... sit.� She make body nice and soft... smooth with cream," Zelda said confirming her ********* wishes.� "Ayira good with hands... she massage, make muscles feel much better."



Zelda got out of the tub with a splash.� She grabbed Michelle by the arm and although she tried to resist, Michelle was ******* onto her feet.� Putting her hands up to shield her bare breasts seemed like the silliest thing to do, but Michelle couldn't think of anything else.� She never acted brazenly at any time in her past, and suddenly realized her face was turning beat-red with embarrassment.



Michelle looked around at all the excited faces and her face got even redder.� She noticed that the boy's eyes were big and round, and they never left her alluring chest.� Suddenly Zelda took charge.� She shouted orders to her ******** and had everything organized before Michelle realized what was going on.� Another stool was brought over to the tub for Zelda and suddenly both women had something to sit on.



Zelda ordered one of her ********* to apply lotion to her body while instructing Ayira to do the same to Michelle.� Totally embarrassed by her ******** cover-up, Michelle sat motionless on the stool.� She reluctantly let her arms dangle at her sides, the same as Zelda was doing, and both girls went to work.� The girls started applying lotion to shoulders, and then all over each woman's back.� Ayira's expert application had a massaging affect, which immediately brought relief to Michelle's tired muscles.



Suddenly Ayira rolled around Michelle's body and began applying lotion to her front.� Michelle desperately wanted to put her hands up to stop the girl but knew it would be perceived the wrong way.� She glanced over at Zelda and noticed her other ******** was carefully coating her dark skin with plenty of the special massaging oil.



� Zelda even voiced her displeasure when her ******** wiped the oily cream all over both of Michelle's tits and then pulled on the enlarged nipples.� The girl squeezed both nipples at the same time and pulled outward until they each slipped out of her greased fingertips.� Ayira did this several times, laughing each time, until her ****** ordered her to stop.



Then the girl applied the lotion to Michelle's lower extremities.� Ayira coated her legs, hips and all of the bare skin that she could reach.� When the girl looked her straight in the eyes, and said something, Michelle perceived what she wanted.� She reluctantly spread her legs just enough for Ayira's dainty hand to slip between her milky thighs.� It took the girl no time to coat every inch of Michelle's crotch with oil.



Michelle thought the meaningful massage would never end.� Her breathing was testament of the affect the girl's caresses were having on her resolve and Michelle swore for acting like such a fool.� Suddenly Zelda was standing next to her holding out a long dressing gown.� Michelle jumped up from the stool and she grabbed the garment out of Zelda's hands.� She immediately donned the gown with a wonderful feeling that her nudity was finally covered.



Zelda told Michelle that the one bed was for her and she would ***** in the other.� Then the woman gave instructions to her ******** that it was time for bed.� Michelle could see the great displeasure on their faces from what their ****** told them.� They hesitated and seemed overly reluctant to leave the room.� Suddenly the oldest was arguing with her ****** and it didn't take long before Michelle saw Zelda's shoulders shrug, as if conceiting to her ********* wishes.



That brought a quick response from her ****** After a fleeting argument, he too smiled with triumph when his ****** relented.� Michelle looked questioningly at the Zelda.� "I tell them to ***** in other bedrooms... but they want stay with us," she said.� "They ***** on floor... not be problem."



Michelle was overly apprehensive at *****ing in a strange bed and a room full of strangers.� Zelda handed her a stylish pair of silk pajamas and the woman immediately changed into a similar pair.� Michelle held the PJ's wondering how she would change into them with the ******** looking on.



There was a bustle of activity, as Zelda's ******** got ready for bed.� They quickly found numerous blankets and pillows and made beds to ***** on.� Then it was time to change.� Michelle tried to divert her eyes but it was hard not to notice their uninhibited actions.� They were not the least bit ashamed to change into *****ing attire in front of anyone and they casually undressed not hiding a thing.� Even Zelda's *** changed which brought giggles from his sisters when he removed all of his clothes.



Michelle almost fainted when she got a quick glimpse of the flaccid meat hanging between the boy's legs.� It was obvious that the boy was not circumcised and she got mad at herself for noticing such a thing.� The boy caught her looking and he made her break out in a shameful blush when he gave her a knowing smile.� He faced the pretty, white woman and let her have an unabashed look at his body.



Although the boy was not yet old enough to become a tribal warrior, he was a teenager and certainly old enough to have sexual desires.� He was well aware that his penis was almost as big as his ******* and Sarge had shared some of his intimate fantasies with his ****** The boy's confidence swelled when he noticed the timid, shy woman act like she was afraid of him.� He stared into Michelle's eyes and his glare sent a shiver up her spine.� She could see the power and desire of a man in the boy's eyes and his stare seemed to emanate sexual desire.



Michelle felt like a little girl caught with her fingers in the cookie jar and she swiftly turned around so he couldn't see her flushed face.� Her fingers shook, as she tried to don the pajamas Zelda had given her.� Reaching under the gown, it was easy to slip on the bottoms but she wondered about the top.� Then she remembered the sly way women changed at a public beach and her arms were in and out of the gown enabling her to get dressed in the pajama top.

She was standing between the two beds pondering the next move when Zelda came up to her.� "*********** They always so nosy," she whispered.� "Especially Kato... he just like his ******."



Both women looked across the room.� Kato was facing them and there was a large teepee in the front of his pajamas.� His ****** merely smiled, relishing the fact her dear *** was maturing into a real man.� Michelle's eyes opened with sheer shock when she noticed the obvious aroused state of the boy and she expected Zelda to scold her ***.� The front of her entire body was covered with goosebumps when Kato slowly walked over to give his ****** a goodnight kiss on the cheek.



With a mad rush, all the girls ran up to their ******, also saying goodnight with a peck on the cheek.� The kids did not speak much English but they did have some understanding of the language.� "Say goodnight to Michelle... she is a welcomed guest in our house," Zelda said.� "You girls be quiet... don't make all that silly noise and keep us awake.� You too Kato!� You kids can stay in the room but if you don't go to *****... I'll send you to another room."



Suddenly the three girls walked over to Michelle and their brother followed them.� One by one they reached over to give her a hasty kiss before rushing across the room to their assigned beds.� Kato was more deliberate than his sisters and he reached over giving his frightened idol a goodnight kiss.� The brazen boy brushed up against Michelle's tempting body and he purposely pushed his hips at her, as if he was humping her leg.



Michelle didn't want to make a scene but she felt like dying when the boy poked her.� He seemed to hold the pose for the longest time before going to his bed.� Michelle literally shook from Kato's demoralizing strategy and she tried hard to shrug off the boy's tactics, as nothing but a ******** prank.



All of a sudden Zelda turned off the lights.� "We have good *****... then I take you to see city tomorrow.� I show you what a nice city we have," Zelda whispered to Michelle but then she hesitated.� She wasn't sure how to tell the woman the truth.� "I sorry... but Sarge... he promised Kato."



Zelda was close enough to Michelle so that she could look into her eyes even in the darkness.� "Sarge tell Kato that when election done... and everything back to normal," she whispered, pausing again, as she searched for the correct thing to say.� "I must warn you! �Sarge promise Kato... he say that you will make Kato a man-warrior."



Michelle didn't know why her arms went out to Zelda but she rea***ed that she was in a state of shock.� Zelda's compassion made her feel some relief and Michelle decided that the woman was the only per*** she could trust.� She didn't intend on talking or sitting with Zelda but the two women sat on the edge of the bed.� They chatted and after many minutes, Michelle started to feel a little more uplifted.



Zelda reassured Michelle that she would do everything in her power to help her.� She did stress that her help would be limited, as Sarge did hold the power in the household.� Zelda outlined upcoming events and mentioned the extravagant celebration scheduled the next evening.� Then she told Michelle that they would spend the next day together and nothing bad would happen... at least until the party.



When they eventually went to bed, it took forever for Michelle to fall a*****.� She could not remember a time when she was more exhausted or distraught.� Her mind drifted into the deepest stupor, dreaming of the drastic events that happened when Rodney and she landed in the country.� Michelle tossed and turned with her breathing being extremely uneven and it was obvious she was in a troubled dreamland.



� The man was nothing but a scoundrel and Michelle felt guilty for falling under his control.� 'True,' she rea***ed, 'Sarge did blackmail me, but I should have been stronger.'� Now she wished that she had the courage to fight the man but that had not happened.



Michelle's dreams lasted for a long time.� She was in the midst of being interrogated in the bastard's office and her ******** body twitched from the vivid imagery.� She cursed in her ***** for not realizing Sarge was setting her up, but now it was too late.� When Sarge threatened her by saying he found contraband ***** in Rodney's luggage, Michelle believed he would throw her husband in jail for a long, long time.� She justified her actions of letting Sarge and his guards ****** her body by hoping the man would not throw Rodney in jail.



Her emotions ran the gamut during her eventful time in Sarge's office.� At first she dreaded being with the man, but then she felt something odd.� Her feelings went from fear and anxiety to desire and even lust.� Suddenly she remembered the feeling of being fucked and knowing her husband was watching.� The last thing in the world she intended on doing was experiencing a climax but she was shaken to the core when earth-shattering spasms robbed her willpower.� If that wasn't degrading enough, she remembered experiencing a desire so strong that it was impossible to resist when the guard fucked her.



All of a sudden Rodney was hugging her.� Her dream was so dramatic and it even made her heart beat faster.� Rodney cuddled nice and tight to the back of her body, as she lay on her left side.� A pleasant smile covered her ******** face when she dreamed of her husband putting his arms around her in a most familiar fashion.� Many of their love sessions began exactly this way.� Rodney's arm was over top of her torso and his hand was caressing her breast.



He was rougher than usual but she also felt a need for urgency.� Rodney's other arm was under her head and again his hand was caressing a breast paying particular attention to the nipple, which throbbed for his ******** embrace.



Michelle snuggled and turned her head upwards a bit so she could whisper to her loving husband.� Suddenly teeth closed on her ear and the intense pain, which lasted for two or three seconds, surprised her.� Her nipples were pinched and stretched out from her body so hard that she cried out from the pain.� The dream was so real that Michelle was totally captivated by her husband's caresses.



She tried to roll her head back more to tell Rodney that she welcomed the pain, as punishment for being unfaithful.� All of a sudden she froze.� Her heart beat so fast that her face was totally flushed and she wondered why?� A whiff of stale breath drifted into her nostrils and she was puzzled by the foul scent.� Hands were on both of her boobs and strong, demanding fingers were stretching her nipples beyond tolerable limits.



Suddenly she realized Rodney's pecker was between her legs and she encouraged him to put it into her wetness.� Her mind buzzed unable to understand what was happening, or not wanting to comprehend.� Rodney pushed forward much harder and Michelle hoped she was not too dry.� Any fear of being too dry for Rodney to enter her pussy was easily dispelled when his cock easily slid along her slit.� He seemed much larger than she remembered.



Michelle didn't dare move a muscle, too afraid to even open her eyes.� It wasn't a dream!� 'But it can't be Rodney... it can't be him,' she thought.� 'Oh gawd... someone's in bed with me!'� She continued to hold still praying it was just a bad nightmare, even as the strange organ slid along her juicing gash.�



Then Michelle heard a strange voice and all of a sudden her heart stopped completely.� One of Kato's sisters was giving orders to her siblings.� It took the briefest moment for the three girls to push Kato away so they could flip Michelle onto her back.� There was one girl holding each of her arms and the other sister pinned one leg to its widest reaches.� Like a cat, Kato rolled over her body until he crouched between her spread legs showing he was ready to ravage the white goddess.



The sun had come up and Michelle could see everything very clearly now.� She quickly jerked her head towards Zelda's bed but all hope was lost when she noticed the bed was empty.� The woman obviously had gotten up already and left to do family errands, as it was already morning.



Zelda's departure left the guest all alone with four ******** who had one definite goal.� All the sisters wanted to watch their brother have intercourse with a real woman.� They had spied on their parents on many occasions, but they believed there was nothing like the real thing.� Of course Kato was in full agreement and he was more than ready to show his sisters that he was really a man.



He stared at the cleanly shaven love-box and marveled at the immense beauty.� Kato crouched between the twisting legs and it helped when his sister pinned one leg, which enabled him to pin the other to the side.� Only moments earlier, he had been in pure heaven when he was inside Michelle's volcano but now it was time for the ultimate reward.



� Please... you mustn't... please don't," Michelle moaned fearing the worst.� "Oh my gawd... Kato!"�



She watched the clear lubricant drip from the tip of his enlarged penis.� Her eyes grew wider, as she realized he intended on ravaging her, and she was utterly helpless.� He knowingly placed the head of his cock at her opening and it made Michelle flinch when he deliberately pushed on her clit.� Kato held his cock directly on top of her intimate button and refused to stop crushing it into her bony pelvis.�



All of a sudden the head slithered in the slippery juice and entered her hole with one swift thrust.� Suddenly the boy grabbed onto her boobs, as if he needed to steady himself.� He arched his back and squeezed the muscles in his groin, as hard as he could, to prolong his youthful stamina.� His fingertips dug into Michelle's soft, velvety flesh and Kato relished the feel of a real woman's tits.



Michelle held out hope that a miracle would happen.� Her eyes were glued on his black pecker and opened wider when she noticed it slowly disappear.� The boy pushed his hips forward an inch at a time feeling the most wonderful sensations in the world.� Kato felt the head of his cock hit a wall just before cutting her flower in two.� He went through her cervix with the first thrust, stopping Michelle's heart when he did.� Then he paused knowing ultimate bliss was on the horizon.



His cock seemed to caress every nerve-ending inside her delicate womanhood.� Then the boy had the sense to rotate his hips, as well as pump them, and he robbed more of Michelle's resolve faster than ever.� She bit her lip harder trying to fight off the tiny spasms shooting through her inner regions.�



Suddenly her pelvis tilted upward and it happened.� The tip of the Kato's cock found her control button and he blasted it with scorching cum.� Michelle sensed by his out of control humping that Kato was experiencing an orgasm.� What baffled Michelle the most was how she thrust up to meet the boy's powerful thrusts.� She never intended or even imagined her juices would flow.� Suddenly the trickle of orgasmic lava coated Kato's pulsating cock making it easier for him to fuck his idol.



Michelle would never forget what happened next.� Somehow the struggling bodies were turned over and she wound up sitting on top of the boy.� There was the briefest moment when Kato's cock came out of her inner sanctuary but it was quickly inserted again by a girl's hand.� Then she did the stupidest thing of her life when she rose in an attempt to get off Kato.� As her hips turned and twisted, the head of the African cock slipped outwards to the entry point, but then Michelle couldn't move any higher.



There were so many hands on her body and they all worked together to impel her downwards in a ******** manner.� The black monster sliced through her soul so fast that she didn't have time to ponder the outcome.� Michelle had trouble breathing and she appeared to be a frustrated ******.



The last thing in the world she wanted to happen, suddenly happened.� First she thrust downwards, feeling Kato's pelvis ram into her crotch.� Then she was bouncing up and down very fast, feeling the wonderful release of her spirit.� Her orgasm began slowly and picked up speed until she was out of control with the boy's organ buried in her deepest being.� Her tits jiggled up and down so invitingly that Kato reached up.� He squeezed Michelle's tits feeling the hard pebbles leave indents in the palm of his hands.

Neither Michelle nor Kato heard the girls. They were mesmerized by the two copulating ******* and kept whispering to each other. "They do it... they screw. Look... Kato's face look silly. He look mad... but he not mad," one of the girls whispered. Then her sister replied. "He crazy... crazy bull with big cock inside her. Look her tits... they jiggle!"



The other sister couldn't take her eyes off the untamed lust. "Look his black hands on her. Squeeze tits. Ayira... is she really doing it? Then she have Kato's baby?"



Michelle was suddenly fully aware of everything around her, but it was like she was on another planet. Zelda's *** was blowing his immense load of African jizz deep into her, and her earthly soul was experiencing a mind-blowing climax. It was the last thing she ever imagined would happen but there was no doubt when her belly went into convulsions of gigantic proportions. Michelle didn't worry about traveling to the land beyond, but she merely let her emotions float through endless space.



Her next recollection was being a rag doll when the four decided to end the episode. The girls rushed off, grabbing their clothes, as they went into the bathroom. Kato wanted a few more seconds to relish the greatest moment of his young life and he remained on his back. He had never felt heat like it and hated for the session to end.



All of a sudden his ****** was standing by the bed. Without a word, Kato slowly helped Michelle dismount. She quickly found the dressing gown from last night and covered her body from the woman's stare. Kato grabbed his pajamas and ran for some other room in the house.



He want it happen... later, but now is good," Zelda said. "Darn Kato... he just like his ******."



Michelle felt totally feeble and she didn't know what to do. Sitting on the bed, she remained motionless letting the woman talk.



"You like?" Zelda whispered with a questioning look on her face. "You like sex... with black man?"



Michelle didn't know what to say. She was aware of hating what happened and not having any desire for adulterous sex. Yet she looked at Zelda and knew that answer would not suffice.



"You like sex... with Sarge... with Kato?" Zelda continued the questioning. "You do it... you orgasm with Kato?"



Michelle stared into Zelda's dark, knowing eyes too afraid to tell a lie. "I'm sorry... so sorry. It happened so fast... I... I," she whispered in the softest voice. "I never meant for it to happen... I'm so sorry."



Men... they like that. Sarge planned it... the whole thing and he told kids what to do," Zelda said. "It not matter what you do... they **** you if you don't cooperate."



All of a sudden Zelda pointed at Michelle's lost luggage. Michelle had not seen her suitcases since the airport but they had been brought to the room. "You dress. We go see city. I show you all around... we have day to explore," she said. "Wear casual clothes... then I take you to see beautiful places."

The day visiting all the sights in the quaint African city was very interesting. Zelda had been most cordial and she had no trouble conversing with Michelle, as she showed her guest around the capital. After hours of walking and visiting the unique African attractions, the two women went back to Zelda's. It was late afternoon and the whole house was a hub of activity.



Michelle could tell by the elaborate preparations that the upcoming party was for something or someone special. There seemed to be many servants running around the big house getting things ready. She had been told that Rodney was going to attend and that fact made Michelle happier than she had been since the couple went separate directions last night.



Suddenly Zelda insisted on Michelle getting ready for the party. She quickly ushered her guest back up to her bedroom where numerous, elegant clothes were set out on the bed. Michelle listened to Zelda telling her all about the evening's activities and she was far too intimidated to put up any resistance to the woman's insistence that she wear formal attire.



The flowing gown was the most elegant dress Michelle had ever worn. It was a brilliant, emerald green that seemed to highlight her radiant beauty. The dress was strapless and displayed more cleavage than she would normally do, but it would make her look like the sexiest woman at the party. There was no doubt about her large breasts and her boobs looked almost too big to stay inside the top of the outfit.



Zelda somehow signaled her husband that his special guest was ready. All of sudden Sarge came into the bedroom and his eyes opened in awe. "Zelda does good job. You very pretty... like African Queen," he said admiring the gorgeous woman. "As you can see," he said waving his hand around to indicate the ongoing activity. "We are having a celebration tonight. It is to celebrate our victory... and it is very important to me."



The serious look on Sarge's face told Michelle that the man considered the party extremely significant. "I invite my superior... Buru. He is president of our party... a very powerful man," he whispered. She would have relished the look of nervousness on Sage's face if it were not for the fact he was blackmailing her.



Suddenly Sarge took Michelle's arm and ushered her to the large reception area, which was already full of invited guests. There were only a handful of white women and Michelle was by far the prettiest, drawing admiring glances from everybody in attendance. All the men most likely dreamed of seeing more of her and the women were envious of her abundant charms.



Suddenly Rodney arrived being led into the reception area by the tall, uniformed Mosi. Michelle greeted him with the warmest smile and she dearly wanted to run across the vestibule to throw her arms around his neck. Apparently Sarge never overlooked a thing, as he provided Rodney with a richly tailored tuxedo, and Michelle couldn't get over how handsome he looked.



The security officer purposely took his time before escorting his royal guest over to see her husband. Michelle threw caution to the wind and quickly embraced her husband. "I've missed you... missed you so much," she whispered. "Don't worry. I'm okay... please, don't worry about me." Michelle tried to reassure Rodney even though she felt total despair at being held prisoner by Sarge.



Allowing for only a brief meeting with Rodney, Sarge rushed Michelle away. He introduced her to all of his influential friends and eventually came face to face with his superior. At first glance, the man seemed quite normal but suddenly Michelle noticed the evil glint in his eyes. "This her? Woman who is promised to me?" he said in English with his face indicating the utmost confidence. "You have done well, Sarge. She is truly gorgeous... sexy!"



Tremors of fear shot through her body. Michelle reasoned that Sarge had made intimate arrangements and plans for her to be a sexual servant to this complete stranger. The man's eyes never left her chest and she shivered realizing what he was staring at. Not able to do anything, Michelle felt Goosebumps forming all over the front of her body. Because the man was Sarge's immediate boss, she could see no way out of the impending dilemma.



She breathed a big sigh of relief when everyone was called to the table. It was a very elaborate meal with most of the dishes being native to the area but Michelle did recognize a couple being from her country. Her respite was very short lived, as she was seated between Sarge and Buru. Buru's manner was ******** and straight to the point while his eyes seemed to burn a hole right through her. Michelle sensed the man was not a person who would readily take rejection or disappointment.

The lavish meal lasted over two hours. Everyone was glad when it was over, as they were tired from sitting so long. There was music playing and everyone slowly proceeded to the large entertainment area, which was set up for a ball. People walked around the room in a circle, serenading everyone they met, and then a few couples started dancing.



It was a slick maneuver that placed her dainty hand in Buru's fist. "You dance... dance with our lovely guest," Sarge whispered. "You see... she best. Much better than others I bring to you."



Buru was a stately, upright dancer and he left no doubt that he was in-charge. Michelle did everything possible to keep her distance but it seemed impossible at times. Luckily Buru was not about to get overly brazen with so many spectators, but he did ensure that she was aware of his manly endowment. Michelle kept glancing at her husband and she could see the concerned look on Rodney's unhappy face.



She danced three songs in a row with Buru and his hands got bolder and bolder with each dance. By the third, his right hand was securely around her back holding her tight against the front of his body. His hand rested directly on her ass like it was his private play-toy and Michelle felt totally embarrassed at not being able to stop Buru's crude groping. The look on Rodney's face grew more desperate by the minute, as the military leader danced with his wife.



Michelle could see the knowing looks on everyone's face and she realized it was inevitable that Buru would get her alone. All of a sudden the man spoke in his native tongue to Sarge who mysteriously appeared beside them. "We go now. I take white beauty to room... room you say I can use," he whispered to Sarge. "I see if she good... good for sucking like you promise. I hard already!"



Buru took Michelle's arm and started leading her away. She had no idea what he said to Sarge but she could only imagine it meant utter peril for her. Looking over her shoulder, the last thing she saw was Rodney's worried face, as she was led up a wide set of stairs to a garish sitting room.



Buru opened the door for her and once inside the room, it took a few seconds for her eyes to get used to the dim lighting. The room appeared surreal and all the furniture was very gaudy and colorful. There was soft music in the background and the man immediately led her across the room to a big sofa. "You take off. Go behind that... and strip," he said waving his hand at a large oriental, folding screen. "Take off everything... except brassiere and panties."



His command sent a shiver up her spine. She suddenly realized Buru didn't ask, but ordered her to undress. His concession that she could keep her undies on meant little considering the dire aspect of wearing no bra. Michelle desperately wanted to plead, even beg the man, but then she reasoned that it would only make the situation worse.



Slowly and on legs that could barely walk, Michelle walked to the decorative screen. She stood motionless behind the shield for the longest time. "Strip... take all off." Michelle heard the man's gruff voice and she wanted to disappear. "Show Buru! Sarge say you do anything... anything for Buru!"



Michelle understood the ominous predicament she was in. Her hands shook so bad that it was hard to remove the gown. Eventually she stood shivering dressed in nothing but her panties. She swore at being persuaded by Sarge's wife not to wear a bra, but then she realized that the gown did not allow for one.



All of a sudden the man's dark, evil face was looking at her. He had stepped around the screen and stared at her nakedness. The scene was one to remember, as the woman frantically tried to cover her breasts with her small hands. No matter where her hands were, it left too much for the man to ogle.



Buru's next order was conveyed with a mere stare and a stern, serious face. Michelle's arms slowly dropped to her sides and she let out a whimper of defeat. "You suck... suck Buru's cock. Sarge say you give best Western blowjob... better than whore," he said. "Sarge say you best Blackman whore... and you do anything I ask."



The man's voice broke slightly with the thought of what was about to happen. He started taking his clothes off so fast that he appeared to be ripping his royal garments. Suddenly he was standing in only his underwear and Michelle's heart stopped. The time of reckoning was near and she waited.



Suddenly there it was. His raging cock was fully engorged and it was more than obvious what he wanted. Michelle stared at the black cock not wanting to move any closer. Suddenly he was speaking in his native tongue, as he was too excited to speak English. Even though she didn't speak the language, Michelle understood what he wanted from his demonstrative tone and precise hand signals.



She took a step closer and reached out with her hand. Michelle touched the flaming penis and her hand flinched at the feel of something so hot. The hard, veined shaft seemed to throb madly and her fingers gingerly wrapped around the pulsating black rod. She was totally despondent and her mind searched for a solution.



Taking stock of her hopeless situation, Michelle decided on the best course of action. She pumped her small hand up and down along the intimidating pecker hoping to bring an early end to the man's stamina. Her goal was to make him climax thinking it would be her salvation, but like all good plans, they don't always work out. Somehow Michelle found herself sitting on the edge of the brightly patterned sofa. Buru stood directly in front of her and he kicked her legs apart so he could get closer.



Michelle's hands moved frantically. One stroked the enlarged cock, which was thrust in her face, and the other held his bloated balls, as if they were breakable. Buru grabbed her head and he roughly ****** her to face the inevitable. His hand pulled her head towards the bulging head of his cock and his hips thrust in her direction. He relished Michelle's volcanic mouth sucking on his cock and suddenly it happened.



She furiously tried her best to make Buru cum with her hands and mouth
The fat head of his cock banged into Michelle's lips so hard she willingly opened her mouth. In an instant she was sucking on the salty-tasting penis afraid he would ram in down her throat. Her body was jerking and moving around and Buru stared at her luscious treasures. Michelle dearly wanted to make Buru climax and she furiously tried her best to make it happen with her hands and mouth.



Even though her tits were exposed and Buru managed to fondle and grope them while she worked on his raging cock, he yearned to see more. Michelle's mind was distraught from her being ****** to give the stranger a blowjob and it enabled Buru to get complete control. He yanked Michelle to her feet and swiftly grabbed the elastic waistband of her flimsy panties. The lacy garment was stripped from her hips in a heartbeat and Michelle feared the worst.



Buru's name suited him perfectly, as it stood for Bull, and that was the way he acted. He pulled her shivering body against his and suddenly he found the foreign language again. "You rub... rub cock all over your pretty body. Put on legs... tummy... cunt!" Buru felt her luscious body shaking with fear yet he wanted to humiliate Michelle even more. "Rub cock on belly... cuz it be in belly soon... very soon."



Complying with his demands, her shivering body began to move. Her velvety flesh rubbed against the mushroom head of his cock, which left a trail of slippery slime wherever it touched her body. She was positive it was not all her doing, but somehow the head touched her legs and moments later it was pressing between her milky thighs. Michelle could feel the burning rod slither along her wetness and threaten to invade her most intimate being. Suddenly he spoke again. "Good! Press hard... harder! Get cock nice and wet... press against white cunt," he whispered in a raspy voice. "Wet... get wet, then you clean. Suck and clean."



She could barely stand anymore. Her legs threatened to give out but Buru held her steady. He put his foot between Michelle's small feet and nudged them further apart, which gave her better balance. Her dainty hand tried to prevent it, but his hand was there to ensure his orders were obeyed. The thick man-meat slipped into her wetness and then he vibrated his hips, which moved his cock through her puffy, wet slit. There was abundant moisture and in no time his massive cock was coated with her womanly juices.



Michelle felt his pecker pressing into the core between her soaked labia. Buru pulled her upwards ******* her onto her tiptoes and then she felt helpless. His cock raked through her open slit and almost crushed her tiny clitoris. "Get down... suck cock. Make me harder... suck cock," he whispered.



Michelle knew he could take her at any second and she was powerless to stop him. Suddenly she had an out, or so she hoped. Quickly she got down on her knees keeping her hands out in front so she could grab his cock. Michelle groped and found the flaming meat and she held it before her bewildered eyes for a brief moment. Then Buru jerked his hips a few times indicating that she hurry, or else.



The wide head filled her mouth once again and Buru was in tribal heaven. He watched the white woman's head bob up and down, feeling his enlarged cock getting harder and harder. Michelle's dainty hand wrapped around the loose foreskin and she pumped her hand back and forth. She squeezed, as hard as she could, and tried to masturbate the black man in a vain effort to make him orgasm without actually having intercourse with him. Again she grabbed his hanging balls. When she heard his heavy breathing and loud moaning, she thought her desperate actions would be successful.



Buru was not willing to spoil the seductive encounter with a premature ending. "You suck good. Buru want watch... you rub cock all over face... all over tits," he hissed shattering Michelle's self-confidence. The strong man wound his fingers in her curly hair and guided her head. Buru's eyes grew wide in awe, as he watched his black cock against Michelle's pure, white skin. He held her head steady and wiped the head of his cock across one cheek, and then the other. Buru deviously ensured to stroke her lips when moving from side to side.



Michelle closed her eyes and imagined the devastating scene. The charcoal penis caressed her face leaving trails of wetness all over and the picture made her quiver. Then Buru crouched lower so he could rub his big cock on her generous tits. Again he left a wet trail. Buru coated one boob leaving her flesh glistening with moisture, and then he coated the other ensuring the tips were covered with sticky pre-cum.

Unexpectedly, Buru jerked Michelle to her feet. "Buru like... like you sucking cock. Like seeing cock on white tits... but now, Buru need white cunt," he whispered sending shockwaves through her entire body. "We fuck! Buru fuck white cunt... put cock in whore's belly, now!"



He easily pushed Michelle backwards so that she fell onto the sofa landing on her back. She put her arms out, as if to stop Buru, but it was futile. He grabbed her around the legs with his strong hands and pulled hard so that her ass slid across the slippery leather. Her limbs went around his hips and then Buru locked her feet behind his back.



"No... gawd, no! Please... don't do this to me... please," she pleaded with the man. "Oh gawd, it's there... it's touching me there," she wailed.



Her hips were frozen in one spot and Buru kept his inflamed cock touching her entrance. Michelle may as well of begged him for more, as his aroused mind was filled with ****** lust. Buru's eyes flared. He imagined the white goddess begging her powerful, African master to give her sexual pleasure.



Buru aimed the head of his oversized cock at her crotch and his aim was deadly. The tip hit her opening in the middle of the vertical slit and he thrust forward ever so slightly. He could see the puffy lips separate and float around the tip of his cock. It was the most tantalizing effect and he desperately wanted to christen her cunt with one, powerful thrust.



Buru aimed the head of his oversized cock at her crotch
Michelle's heart was racing so fast it was extremely hard for her to breath. She felt the head of his bulbous cock enter her delicate honey-hole and didn't know how to stop the man. He arched his back and prepared for the ultimate encounter. His eyes locked on the junction where his black cock entered the pearly white cunt, and Buru held steady for as long as he could. Suddenly he lost patience and thrust his hips just a little. Another inch or two disappeared inside the heavenly opening and again he paused.



He could see Michelle trying to angle her pelvis downward. She was attempting to get away so he rammed his hips forward with all of his brute strength. All the air came out of her lungs when the vile man sank his massive cock to the hilt. The resultant pause was merely a fleeting moment and then he was pumping at a maddening rate of speed. His tempo increased until Michelle wondered what kind of ****** he was. He had to have the biggest balls, which hung down far below his pecker, and they slammed violently into her ass every time he thrust at her.



She determined that the man was really a beast when he grunted with lost passion. There were no more pretenses or pretending what he was after. He fucked Michelle not caring one bit whether she condoned or welcomed his actions. His strong hands held her legs bent upwards with her knees pointing towards her head. He held her legs apart enough so that he could pound his cock in and out at will. Suddenly he slowed to a crawl and every time he thrust at her crotch, he squeezed a massive stream of cum into her most delicate domain.



Michelle knew what he was doing. She felt totally devastated at not being able to prevent the assault and also at the fact that it was one more opportunity for her to conceive. Her belly felt bloated and she knew another big load of African cum was buried deep, inside her womb.



Buru acted, as if she was merely a sex object, and he didn't embrace or comfort her after his explosive orgasm. Michelle watched when Buru used her panties to clean himself and then he got dressed, as if nothing happened. She remained laying on her back when he smiled at her and voiced an observation, which she didn't understand.



The door slammed shut when the man left the room. Michelle closed her eyes wishing that she was home again, back in America. Her daydream came to a sudden end when someone entered the room from a side door. She tried to sit up but there was no time. Zelda had a soft towel and she began rubbing it all over Michelle's moisture, covered body.



"That man ******... he is an ******," Zelda whispered. "He make Sarge give him woman... black woman. But now white woman... he like better. He give Sarge promotion."



Michelle dearly wanted to be alone. She tried to think of a means to get rid of Zelda without offending the woman but there was no way. Once Zelda was satisfied that she had cleaned up the remnants of the sordid affair, she retrieved Michelle's clothing. It took little time to get dressed and then Zelda made sure that the woman looked her best before going back to the party.



"I very grateful... you cooperate. Satisfy Buru," he said taking her by the arm. He left his wife standing and escorted Michelle to the dance floor. "We dance. Then we retire. You come with me tonight."



She heard Sarge and it made her knees buckle. The man kept a tight hold of her, as he promenaded her around the floor. "Look there! Kato happy... you turn him into real man," he whispered sending more shivers through her entire body. "Tonight... I watch. I watch *** with real woman. You show Sarge way to turn boy into man."



Michelle was fully devastated. She felt helpless against such a powerful man. How could she ever explain to her husband that she was about to be the man's mistress, she wondered. Not only that, she was required to let his *** have her. Then Sarge leaned closer and whispered in her ear. "You do good... I keep Rodney out of jail. I forget about his dishonor... and he be free man after working on election scrutiny."



Strangely Sarge did make her feel a little better and he did give Michelle some hope. "He work one week in country... then he free man. I let you both go."